Kayla Patterson Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

"Scarlett." ******

Her voice was casual, entrepreneurial, like selling nudes on OnlyFans, but this was next level. Comments exploded. 'Show that pussy!' 'Make it hurt.' I tossed in a hundred bucks for a private zoom, my cock leaping back to attention.

I tried to take in deep breaths, clenching my jaw to prevent words from spilling out, but they did anyway. "How much?" I asked, barely containing my anger. Kayla frowned. "What?" "How much do I need to pay you to keep you from dog-walking with Paul and a hundred other men. From speaking and seeing other men. From fucking them, Kayla." "His name is Peter and I am not for sale, Gabriel." she seethed, fisting her hands. "You don't fucking own me. What we had was and will always to be what it is, a fucking one-night stand."

“I stopped fighting it weeks ago. The shame makes me cum harder. The cameras… the eyes… they make me feel alive.” The next morning, they made their decision. No more shared control with the Blackthorns. No more family oversight. They launched their own independent platform: “Kane Sisters Only” — a private, extremely expensive OnlyFans-style site where subscribers paid premium prices to watch the sisters destroy themselves on their own terms. Their first solo stream was titled “Older Men Wanted.” They posted the invitation publicly: “Mature, depraved gentlemen 55+. The younger the cock, the less we want it. Come break the Kane sisters properly.”

she read out for Katherine to frown. “Was he engaged to anyone?” She asked her friend to nod. “To model Kayla Gabrielle. Her mother is Alex's stepmother. The witch wants the father and son around her fingers. People are saying that’s why she didn’t give birth to a child for the chairman of the McCollums.” The girl said for Katherine to scoff. “Bitches everywhere. Wait who’s that model, I do hear her name but I don’t know her” She said for her friend to check for Kayla's page on I*******m.

The squelching noise I can’t quite place—until I look down and see her fingers pumping between her thighs. She’s touching herself while sucking my cock. One hand works her clit, the other fondles her breast. Then she pinches her nipple—and fuck, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. My rhythm speeds up. My cock plunges deeper into her throat with every thrust. “You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you, Beautiful?” I praise her, voice low. “Zak and I got damn lucky to have you as our second chance.” Praise kink. Kayla’s got it bad.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?