Larissa Weems X Reader Novels & Stories

“Let me see—probably a secret admirer?” She unlocked it before I could stop her. The whole thread opened up—every dirty message, every photo we had sent, everything. Mia’s face went white. “What… what is this?” she whispered, staring at the screen. Xavier froze. “Mia—” She stood up fast, phone still in her shaking hands. “You. My fiancé. And you, Lila… how long?” I opened my mouth but nothing came out at first. My eyes started burning. “Mia, I—”

“We finished the job early. Decided to surprise you. Looks like we walked in on a much better surprise.” Luca’s eyes never left my body. He took another step closer, towering over the bed. “You were moaning pretty loud, Lisa. We could hear you from the hallway. Sounded like you were getting fucked real good. What were you watching, huh?” I swallowed hard, thighs pressing together instinctively, but that only made more of my slick leak out. My voice came out small and humiliated. “Nothing… just… I was lonely.” Tyler laughed softly. “Lonely? With that pretty pink pussy dripping all over Liam’s bed? Come on, sweetheart. Be honest.”

The grunts, moans, and screams instantly made me damp between my legs, and the room was filled with the smell of latex and cum. Xavier turned to look at us, well, at James. “Have fun,” he said with a sly grin, then ambled off and took a position in a wingback armchair near the fireplace, monitoring the festivities. A beautiful redheaded woman dressed in leopard print lingerie slinked closer and kneeled between his legs. She placed her cheek on his open thigh and said something to him. He lowered his head towards her for a moment, then looked away as if she didn’t exist.

“Lisa—” “I mean, come on,” she continued, rolling onto her stomach. “You’re staying in his estate, he’s taking care of you, you both had sex, even though you both refuse to talk about it, he personally checks on you—like, what is this? A W*****d fanfic?” I scoffed. “It’s not like that.” Lisa hummed, unconvinced. “Mhm. Right. So if I ask you what happened recently, you’d say…?”

“Because none of you know Griff the way I do. None of you have the balls to take him down. I know your type, too. One whiff of his scent, and you’ll be on your knees.” “He isn’t that special,” said Larissa. “Yes, he is,” I growled. She stared at her nails, looking like she’d just painted them and was admiring her handiwork. “I’m serious,” she said. “I’ve had bigger, better, richer, and more handsome.” “Please,” Marianna rasped. “What?” I snapped. “Sorry,” she cried. “I won’t talk shit.”

After returning to her house, having a little chat with her sister-in-law, and seeing all her wedding supplies, their attitudes were contradictory, why did they change their mind? Charisa woke up from her bed, the girl sat on the soft mattress. Yuta had also sat beside Anna, the man had not taken off his socks. Charisa snorted a little, then she remembered, she was also lazy to take off her socks, right? "His name is Skandar Alexander Hemingway." Charisa started her story. "I ever heard of his name probably, however where was it?" Yuta said while he was remembering. Anna rolled her eyes, she told to Charisa for continuing her story.

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.

I skim my hands gently over her exposed skin and her lace underwear. “Did you buy this for me?” “Yes, sir. Do you like it?” I pick up the thin line that keeps her string together and pull it out from her body, causing it to press into her wet folds. She whimpers and tries to follow the pull by rising on her toes. I let go and it snaps back with a loud smack. Marissa lets out a small shout of pain.

I did not want to intrude but at that particular moment, my curiosity was far greater than my respect for his privacy. Oh to hell with respect. I grabbed the piece of paper and my eyes scanned its expanse. Feeling so alone Feeling dead inside. Coming so undone Losing all my pride... "Elle...are you coming?" Leatisia interrupted me. I had been so enraptured in reading the first few lines. They were written in red ink and a beautiful cursive. Reluctantly, I let go of the paper and left Xander's office meeting Tisia outside waiting for me.

“Besides, let’s not forget that Larissa murdered an innocent woman in a building crawling with cameras and witnesses. And then ran crying to my brother – who she has apparently been fucking the whole time I was with her – hoping for some kind of immunity. She’s as stupid as she’s shameless, and she deserves whatever’s coming to her. “Maybe that’s her whole thing: playing a damsel in distress while bed hopping between two brothers. I mean Brayden and I are brothers for goodness sake? What kind of person bed hops between two brothers? Filthy whores that’s who.” I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from calling him out on his hypocrisy. If anything, he was the bigger whore. Because yeah, Lari