Brett Cooper Sexy の小説・ストーリー

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

Fucking bitch, you can have him…. Cooper dragged me down the stairs to the living room. I struggled to keep up with Brittany tailing behind. He pushed me to the couch and brought out documents from his briefcase. The bell rang and Brittany opened the door like she was already expecting someone. Two huge muscular men came in, they were putting on security uniforms. “I’m going to untie you and remove the gag, sign the divorce papers, and get the fuck out, either we do this the easy way or the hard way”, Cooper said coldly and I knew he would make good of the threat.

Brett went there, he took his time so the lady will be there before him. When he got to the hotel, he went straight to the room Windy booked for him and met the lady there laying on the bed. "Yeah, time for make my night" Brett brought out his phone and switched on the camera. He took off his shirt in excitement as he walked to her. Hw knelt and showered kisses on her exposed thigh moving his tongue up to her waist line as his hands lifted her mini skirt up. He showered kissed on her body, he worshipped her holy temple before settling his tongue on her now exposed va**na.

It meant that soon, Brett would hold the reins of power. After the party, Heather guided him back to their room. As she started to help him undress, he stared at her neckline, his eyes dark and intense. Without warning, he grabbed the fabric and tore her gown open with a roughness she hadn't seen in him for a long time. It had been a while since he'd been this passionate, and Heather responded, half-resisting, half-leaning into his desire. Both of them were swept up in the moment, but just as they reached the brink, Brett faltered.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

Brett places his hand against my head and the headboard, kissing my lips. “Breathe Willow!” I breathe as he speeds up his thrusts. I move my hips in movement with his which earns a growl and for Brett to moan. “Fuck! Fuck your tight my love!” He continues to thrust until I feel hot tingles all over my body. My breathing becomes erratic and my stomach tightens. “Brett!” I scream out.

Naya ordered. Cole stepped out and extended his hand to Brittany who took it and stepped out proudly with him. Cole squeezed her hand and said under his breath. “You have such coarse palms, why did you use to work at a construction site?” Brittany frowned “I developed them from yesterday when I had to touch your rough cheeks” Come frowned while Brittany laughed “You better smile Cole, I can’t afford to lose 100,000 bucks because of you” she said casually. Naya quickly ordered her blogging team to take pictures of the couple and write articles about it.

Turning her face to the sky, she gazed at the sickle moon as Brett's lips brushed her jaw and his hips began to move, his cock sliding very slowly all the way inside her, his eyes closed and a look of reverence on his face. The sensation of being filled was so much better than the clitoral orgasms Chloe gave herself, and silly inexperienced Robert didn't even know how to do that right. But Brett seemed acutely conscious of her every breath and emotion. If a movement seemed to elicit a louder moan, he'd repeat it. If she grabbed his arms even tighter, he'd continue to hit her just in that particular spot.

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...