Olivia Holt Sexy Novels & Stories

"Speaking about modelling shape and body, you seem perfect, sister-in-law." Olivia resist as Isabella tries to take the dress from her and walks to the side of the bathroom door, she tiptoe and swift the curtain to cover herself as she changes. Isabella stays there watching her figure from behind the curtain and smile "you have a golden natural hair, you look amazing and sexy too." No reply. Olivia swift's the curtain open and gives Isabella a shy gaze. "You see, look at you being sexy for my big brother." "Don't say that!"

I asked teasingly, knowing how much she hated being called that. “Come on, Les,” she sighed, collapsing onto the bed without caution. Her soft breasts shook aggressively, making my dick jerk. “My name is Olivia; call me that and stop with this kitten nonsense.” “So, did you get the job as an intern?” Her face lit up, and she smiled. “What do you take me for? I'm the renowned Olivia Brown, for goodness' sake. I get everything I want whenever I want it.”

Then his large palm covered my stuffed mouth, his hips pinning me in place. My breasts were exposed to the cold air, and my nipples began to tighten. I tried to struggle, thrashing and kicking, but he held me effortlessly against the wall. “Olivia,” Something in his voice made me freeze. “You are exciting wicked things in me. Please stop.” I did not dare move another muscle. If I knew anything about Colt, he was always honest about his sexual feelings. And despite being fucking wet right now, I was not eager to find out what wicked ideas I was giving him.

— The way you look in it is too real. Silence. A silence that burned. He stared at her without blinking. — Too real for someone who claims she wants nothing to do with me. And right then… in that exact second… Olívia realized. She was enjoying it. Enjoying watching Liam Holt—the cold, untouchable, implacable man—lose his footing because of her. Enjoying seeing his ego crack. Enjoying the power she had over him—even while she was hurt, even while she was furious.

Her gaze flickered to Nate, who was loosened up from the chair and dragged into an inner chamber. And just then, he let her go. Olivia fell on the ground, her skin pale white. Her fingers went to her neck, struggling for air. She curled herself up as he moved closer, squatting down to her. “You are very beautiful. You know what, why don't you keep your five million and sleep with me? I can give you benefits.”

I couldn't focus on anything. My body is on fire. It’s itching to move on its own, seeking pleasure, wanting the release. He was driving me crazy and I felt like nothing was in my control. Somehow, this was everything that I wanted at this moment, and yet… and yet… “What do you want, Olivia?” he whispered. The voice is enticing, making me lose all sense of control. I want to be ravaged. I want to be owned. It’s driving me insane.

It seemed impossible. I pushed the door wide open and saw that Olivia was the only one in the room, completely absorbed in what she was doing, oblivious to my presence. I carefully stepped into the room, making sure not to make any noise, just to see what she was doing before she realized I was behind her. My legs seemed to shake when I saw what she was watching - a pornographic video. I couldn't help but wonder if she had been truthful when she said she didn't know anything about intimacy. As I stood behind her, not saying a word or moving, all I could feel was my skin crawling and reacting to the explicit video she was watching. I couldn't deny my arousal, and I knew what I wanted.

She felt sick at the thought, and fought to push it firmly out of her mind. Liv sat down across from Sully now and he gazed at her. Beautiful woman, Olivia Jameson. He had seen her covers and photo shoots and makeup campaigns, of course. Liv on some beach somewhere, her glossy hair styled and blowing sexily in the wind, her perfect body in a tiny g-string bikini, the top barely covering her nipples. Olivia laid across a bed in a pair of minute panties, looking over her shoulder at the camera with a come-hither stare. Drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and hot. Sully had wanted to meet her a thousand times, and now here he was, drinking coffee with her.

She twisted her hips, clenching so tightly that her loose pussy tightened. One thing about Sophie was her ability to give good sex despite her looseness. “Squeeze tighter,” I commanded, my grip on her waist firm. “Yes, fuck me, Ethannnn!!” she nearly screamed. My hand flew to her mouth, muffling the sound. Closing my eyes, I imagined how it would feel to have Olivia instead. I could bet she was still untouched, still tight. “Fuckkk!!” The thought alone made me pulse. Pulling out quickly, I spilled my semen all over her ass.

Derek called out, on the edge of insanity, he came easily and powerfully—the release exploding out of him as his hips jerked uncontrollably. Damn it. Damn it, he thought. He'd never met anyone like her. Never given himself so completely to anyone like that before. Would he ever be able to let her go? Still staring up at him, Olivia licked her lips. And despite what she’d just done, his cock stirred again. How could he want her so damn much? “You little witch,” he said breathlessly. “Come here,”