Olivia Taylor Dudley Sexy Novels & Stories

Olivia ignored her and went to look at herself in the full length mirror. She was dressed casually wearing a purple T-shirt and black three quarter jean. She went to her closet, shoved Scarlet to the side and took out a black D-thong sandals putting it on. She repacked her hair into a neat bun and situate her laptop backpack on her back. She then texted Mr Fabian about her movements. “Bye, buddy.” She said to Scarlet as she left the room and made her way down the hallway with a huge smile on her face. Olivia knew Scarlet was actually right when she said Mason was rubbing off on her.

Olivia’s eyes turned red, She frowned and walked toward Bella as if she was going to kill her. Olivia called Bella from behind in an angry tone, “Excuse me! Miss Bella. Can I have a minute with you?” Bella realized that very moment that new trouble Was ready for her. Bella refused to go with her and Ella stood in front of Bella as if she wanted to protect Bella from an enemy. Ella replied, “Miss Olivia! We are leaving this country and we hope so that you won’t create any more trouble for us”. Olivia showed Bella her scarf and started shouting, “ I have never seen such a disgusting girl like you. I know you are a gold digger and you are aiming for Harry but remember one thing Harry belongs to

Olive asked, with a smirk. She wanted to rile him up to the point he'll leave. Think? I don't think babe. I know what belongs to me. He said again. And what do you think, belongs to you? Olive queried. He arched a brow. This. He said, as he bent down taking her already hard bud into his mouth. T. B. C Ivy ✍️

Maya barked out, "When you're with me you do not say that word! Got it?!" "Y... yes," Olivia stuttered out in fear, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "Hmm," Maya grumbled, then spanked Olivia hard again, "Get on your hands and knees whore." Olivia climbed off Maya, accidentally dragging her knee against Maya's big, ebony breasts. Then she got onto her hands and knees while Maya rummaged in a wardrobe. Olivia marvelled at Maya's body. It should have been obvious given he name, but she really did look like Maya Jama, the celebrity.

"Tiffany, I dare you to fuck Eric with that strap-on you've got hidden in your suitcase." Tiffany grinned and retrieved a large, realistic-looking dildo. She strapped it on and approached me, pushing me onto my back. "Ready for this, stud?" she asked, stroking the length of the toy. I nodded, my cock throbbing with anticipation. Tiffany positioned herself above me and slowly lowered herself onto the dildo, moaning as it stretched her open. She began to ride me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Olivia watched, her hand slipping into her pants to touch herself. "Fuck, that's hot," she breathed.

Wilder introduced and she smiled, stretching her hand to shake the couple. “Olivia, this is John and his wife, Emily… John is a very very distant cousin” Wilder introduced and she nodded. “It’s nice to me you” She muttered as Wilder pulled her to himself, forcing her to sit on his lap of which she objected but couldn’t do a thing other than bow her head, embarrassed. “Olivia is very shy but in the bed, she can be a feral wolf” He teased as her face went red and she glared at him, making him burst out.

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.”

OLIVIA My mood instantly soured. I refused to have a conversation with him, so I strode ahead. But like a stubborn stain clinging to fabric, he chased after me. “Wait, Olivia.” “What do you want, slutty boy?” Jenna snapped, stepping in front of me. I almost laughed at the name but restrained myself. “I’m not a slutty boy, Jenna,” he said, his voice sharp with anger. “Oops, I must have mistaken you for the guy who slept with another woman a day before proposing to the girl he claimed to love,” she spat.

I kicked it open. The room was empty except for a chair in the center. On the chair sat a tablet. The screen lit up as I stepped closer. A video started playing. Olivia sat on our couch, eyes wide with fear. My stomach dropped. A figure stepped into the frame behind her—a man with slicked-back dark hair and a sharp smile. “Hello, Leonardo,” the man said. “I’m Darren Russo. And I believe you’ve already met my family.” He yanked Olivia’s head back by her hair. She gasped in pain.

I blinked and turned my head toward her, still dazed. “Do you want to meet him again?” she asked softly. My lips parted before my brain could stop them. “Yes,” I breathed. She burst out laughing, I blinked, snapped back into the room, cheeks burning. “That man you kissed,” Olivia said, rubbing her temples, “Is Alexander Hunt. The most ruthless man I’ve ever worked for. He changes women more often than his clothes.” Her voice was firm, like she needed me to hear the raw truth, whether I was ready for it or not.