Layla Kelly Onlyfans Novels & Stories

At that moment, Layla came running out of my bedroom carrying an old leather-bound album. "Mommy, look at this man! He’s so handsome! I want him to be my new Alpha!" I looked at the album in her tiny hands and my heart stopped. I slammed the knife down. "Layla! I told you to stay out of my private archives!" I snatched the album away, snapping it shut. The pages were filled with photos of Eric Whitaker. I’d been his fan long before I was his doctor. "Mommy, if it was a secret, you should have put a lock on it!" Layla pouted, her eyes welling up. "Why can't I see him? I like him too!"

Oh my– Layla was putting on a deep plunge v-neck top and a shirt denim skirt that exposed most part of her thighs. From the top, I could tell she hadn't wore anything beneath and I could mark the shape of her boobs. I didn't believe she was wearing that to go see Rhett. Like….Rhett Rivers? No. Not happening. Layla: How's it? My fingers shook. “Nice. It's sooo nice.” Layla: Thanks mocha. I might see you there. Text you soon.

Kelly spreading her ass cheeks and teasing her tight little asshole. Titles like “Lonely Step-Mom Needs Young Cum” and “Husband’s Away, Mommy Plays.” She had an OnlyFans account with hundreds of subscribers. She was selling her body online while pretending to be the perfect wife and mother. My cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I was about to blow my load right there when I heard the shower stop. I barely had time to lock the phone and set it down before Kelly stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was wet, skin flushed from the hot water.

Because… her enemies were not just one, but potentially the entire Western tribe, if they strictly followed Leon's orders. Layla struggled to restrain her ecstatic joy. She needed to be absolutely calm, because this time, if she got injured, she might not be lucky enough to survive again! She stood up, closed her eyes, and inhaled the fragrance of the dense forest, wanting to enjoy this moment of relaxation a bit longer… before she started her battle. As her sky-blue eyes opened… A man appeared in her sight! Layla: !!! How on earth was the man who claimed to be her master here???

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?

Lyla threw the phone to the bed angrily and slammed herself into the chair. She wants Derrick to be hers at all costs. He is for her, she met him first. She had carried a torch for him since she first saw him. It's only that Derrick was too quiet to notice her. She was not going to allow that Lily girl to take what belonged to her. "If she has to pin him down with pregnancy, so be it. She is up for the game," Lyla thought. She quickly did a calculation of her cycle and smiled. "Perfect timing. It would be more convincing if her pregnancy were as old as the event happening day," She smiled and took a big handbag, filled it with a silk coat and a few items from her wardrobe.

It would be hard for Lyla to conceive which means that I have to get the entire money from her. "Soon, darling. We are getting there." I stood up from my chair and walked around to where Kendra sat, admiring the vee line her clothes made. Her cleavages were out and beautiful. "Even though there has been a hitch. She has already found out that I've been taking some money out of it. She doesn't understand that I need the whole money." I felt my dick twitching in my pants when Kendra looked up at me. I gently carried her hand and placed it on my bulge, rubbing it and enjoying the sensation with her hand.

The following year, Joshua, the one who had originally encouraged her to rediscover her talent, alluded to it again, insisting she should have a studio outside the house. Ryan had even gone further. He secretly secured a massive studio space, planning to surprise her with it if she ever agreed. Although when Joshua raised the idea again, Layla still refused. Ryan had been disappointed, though he hid it well. In the end, they all pretended it didn’t matter, as if nothing had happened. For Layla, working at home was enough. She felt comfortable there. The only time her artwork reached the public was when Ethan posted it on his I*******m. As a public figure and influencer, he often used his pla

Pain seared into her scalp. "Stop! She is Princess Ava of the House of Lycans. How dare you attack her physically!" Layla could not stand the bullying and yelled at the top of her voice. Kaila glared angrily at the lowly physician, her smirk wide as she signaled to Jeremy. Jeremy walked to Layla at once and punched her face so hard that she bled. He had always admired Layla's beauty and wanted her in his bed. She was merely a cunt he wanted to fuck, and now she was bugging his lady. How unfortunate.

LAYLAS POV When Layla and her new crew had all finished their dinner, they sat at the table chatting for what felt like forever. She learned that Javier was the son of Ares and Kinley was a daughter of Aphrodite. It suddenly made sense why Javier looked the way he did and why Kinley was so alluring. Layla noticed that multiple people were staring at her. They take quick glances and whisper to their friends and people next to them. Layla leaned towards the middle of the table.