Olivia Taylor Dudley Sexy Novels & Stories

Her hooded eyes undress more than being naked ever could. “More?” she asks innocently. “Please.” I barely recognize my voice. Olivia dips her finger into her underwear, gasping as she makes contact with her clit. Every part of my body tenses as I watch her finger dip in and out. She throws her head back slightly, a small whimper escaping her lips. “More, Miss Blackwood.” My voice lowers. I palm my bulge through my trousers, carefully stroking the length. I should panic, but instead an unfamiliar prickle travels up my spine.

“Well Dylan, I’m giving this job to you because I heard you and your guys were experts. And secondly, the target’s a lady in school” He looked a little bit confused. “It's Olivia” I stated and he flinched. “Woah! You mean the L... I mean that girl?” He stuttered and asked in bemusement and I nodded. “Yes. And your job is quite simple. I want you to abduct her, beat her up, and rape her. And when you’re done, take nude pictures of her”. I grinned fatuously. . Olivia's POV I stood in front of the mirror and brushed my hair.

The headlines alone were enough to spark curiosity. Was Olivia really juggling more than just Brandon and the other Harper brothers? When people clicked in, the revelations were jaw-dropping. Each post featured intimate photos and videos of Olivia with various men. While their faces were blurred, their body types, clothing styles, and haircuts made it clear these weren’t the same guy. The videos painted an even wilder picture of just how bold Olivia had been. In one, she was seen performing a striptease, ending up in nothing but a bikini.

The girl said happily. "Olivia..?" Ignazio called her half-wailing. "I know," Olivia whispered. "I want you too." And without Ignazio expecting it, Olivia put their bodies together. The girl's womanhood felt warm, wet, and narrow. "Ahhh..." Olivia sighed with her head tilted back. "It feels so...mmm..." Olivia seductively moved over Ignazio's body. She bit her luscious lip, looking at Ignazio longingly while her hips moved up and down, swaying in time with the shaking of her firm breasts.

Carefully regaining her composure, she starts to comb her hair while watching her face in front of the dressing mirror. “He is basically here already. If so, then what choice do I have but meet this Duke person?” Laura tried to sound as sarcastically as she could, just as how she imagined the real Olivia’s response would be. “Don’t worry, mother. I am not going to scheme and escape.” In fact, the real Olivia did already, she wanted to add. For a moment, Ophelia eyed her daughter. It was as if she was closely examining the person in front of her.

The grand hall was full of fancy lights and rich people having fun. Olivia, in her tight dress, moved gracefully through the room. She stopped when she saw Avery, who was just standing there, not doing anything important. Olivia thought Avery was worthless and quietly called her useless with a mean look on her face. Avery, the stepsister with opportunistic veins where blood should have been, hadn't even managed the simplest task: infiltrating Xavier's fortress of solitude. Olivia's lips twisted in annoyance—how hard was it to seduce a man who wore his infidelity like a badge of honor?

Olivia froze, and she felt as if her heart had stopped. ‘He must have heard that!’ She hid it so well for four years, but now, he had heard it. Plus, he had heard it during such a situation. She turned her face, not daring to look at John’s face. When Zac saw this, he quickly asked, “Pheebs, who is this?” Olivia grabbed Jennie’s hand and took a deep breath before standing up. She said to Zac and Ken, “Zac, this is Jennie Sutherland. She’s my partner at the atelier and also my best friend.”

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.

Olivia and rough sex. Olivia keeps sucking me off and I keep a hold of her hair. Forcing her up and down my cock. When I feel I am about to cum o stop her. Olivia looks up at me with a smile on her face. “Don’t look at me” - I say Her eyes drop and so does her smile. If she wants to play this game she will have to do as the sluts used to. No kissing and not looking at me. Barely any pleasure for them and all for me.

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.