Olivia Holt Sexy Novels & Stories

She felt her firm cheeks spread and the thin, white thong bikini press tightly against her smooth asshole. I'm so naughty, Olivia joked in her head. Feeling a bit of a thrill by getting this young man horny, Olivia leaned into it. She applied sunscreen onto her skin and made a show of puffing out her chest. Then when she did her legs, she made sure they were straight out, showing off her flexibility and her perfect skin. After finishing another glass of wine Olivia felt pretty damn drunk. She would keep stretching her body to show off for Leon, but her eyes were hazy and her movements were not very smooth.

He found me first, Ethan Marlowe, CEO of a rival company whose name carried weight in every financial paper. Tall, handsome in a calculated way, with a smile that promised he never heard the word no. His eyes locked on me like I was the only person in the room worth his time. And instead of looking away, I held his gaze. “Olivia Wilde,” he said smoothly, his voice low, practiced charm dripping from every syllable, I wanted to correct him, to tell him I was now a Stone, but I didn't. “I’ve heard so much about you. Fabian keeps you very close, doesn’t he? Media says you have a thing.”

he said smiling. "Do you mind?" he offered her a drink but she declined. "I guess that means you wanna go straight to business right?" He said losing his towel, and his length bounced up and down. "He was already hard?" Olivia thought to herself. Well, Olivia had an unbeatable face card but with that sultry gown she wore, that hugged her to the skin, and her light makeup and red lip tint that looked unusually sexy she would make a man erect in seconds. "Do you want to stare at me all day or do what you're here for?" He snapped at Olivia.

“Or what? You’ll cheat on Clara next and pretend that’s an accident too?” His mouth opened—then shut. Clara flushed. “Olivia, enough.” “You’re right.” Olivia straightened her blazer. “I’ve got more important things to focus on. Like literally anything other than you two clowns.” And she walked off, leaving them speechless. She didn’t stop walking until she found the bathroom. She locked herself in a stall and leaned back against the door, breathing hard. This wasn’t just a rough start. This was a nightmare. ---

Yours Jade <3 I can’t believe my luck. Olivia is more than I ever could have wanted. Not only is she professional, beautiful and easy going, she is also a total nerd. Fuck she is perfect. I lay her down on my bed and find myself staring at her sleeping frame. Don’t be a creep Con.

My breath faming against it. "Please," she begs, her hands gripping my hair trying to bring me closer. "What do you want Olivia?"I ask, teasing her. "You know what I want" "Oh no, I don't know"I smile when she glares at me. "I want you," she says and I decide to torture her some more. "Want me to what?" "Tay" she whines and I lick her clit. "Ah!" she moans and I lick it again and again loving the sound coming from her mouth. I bring my fingers to her sex and play them at her entrance. I enter her and she arches her back, her eyes rolling at the back of her head in pleasure.

Glen replied. As Dean started whipping the eggs with milk, he wondered when they’d hear something from the kidnapper. When and how they would get proof of life? Would a picture appear via a text message on Olivia or Dean’s phone? Had the caller been authentic? Maybe it really was a hoax, but if so, what had happened to Eli? If he focused on them, he’d go insane. The eggs were in the pan when Olivia arrived downstairs. She’d showered and changed her clothes and her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse with a smart camel-colored blazer. She looked strong and in control.

So fucking good that her scent makes my body heat up. Even despite fucking her a few minutes ago to my satisfaction, I wanted more. Deirdre knew how to bring out the Oliver Twist in me. Because right now, I desire more and I doubted I'd be full even after getting it.

I jump up from my seat, grabbing my keys, ready to head out when. "Going somewhere, Mr. Soon-to-be-hubby?" I turn around only to see Olivia is standing there while wearing a violet dress. Which is hugging her so fucking perfectly and I can’t help but notice how her curves is showing. Damn, she looks like a goddess, and that sultry expression is definitely getting to me. It’s a total lie if I say my dick doesn't get hard right now, and honestly, this reaction is the last thing I wanted to deal with.

“I want you staring at me while I finger this wet pussy.” Aurora swallowed hard, throat bobbing visibly as she forced her eyes open. She smiled shyly, cheeks and ears burning crimson red, lower lip caught between her teeth. That innocent look alone made Maverick’s cock throb rock-hard, the thick bulge poking through his trousers, pressing hot against her dripping cunt. Aurora chuckled softly, breathlessly as she ground herself against his bulge instinctively, the hard ridge making her clit pulse with need. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Maverick growled, his finger sliding from her clit down to her soaked opening. He paused there, smirking. “You get drenched so easy. Perfect little slut.”