Stella Andrews Onlyfans Novels & Stories

Andrew's POV This girl, sitting in front of me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as she pulls me into her closer, so close I can feel my strained hard on pressing into the warmth between her legs making me twitch. How is this actually happening, she let me pull her shirt off of her, exposing herself while wearing only a thinly laced bra that barely held much to the imagination. She was like a Goddess sitting here, with me, my hands caressing every part of her that she allows to be laid out in front of me.

She needed him to go deeper. "Touch me. Touch me again" she whispered. Andrew smiled. He liked that she was welcoming him. He liked that she was vocal about what she wanted. It looked like Sophia was not the timid and naive girl he thought she was. If given a chance maybe, she was bound to be a porn star. And that was what he was going to make her–his porn star. Andrew started moving his hands again. He gently peeled off her panties from the side as he decided to feel her meat. He was wowed.

And now the world might. The angle was perfect. His cock—thick and slick—disappeared into me with wet, obscene sounds. God, I looked so needy. So desperate. So fucking used. I watched myself fall apart. On camera. His student. His secret. My phone buzzed. Unknown Number: ‘Nice video. How much for the sequel?’ I froze. My lungs stopped working. Another message came in. Different number. Anonymous: ‘You fuck like a goddess come to life. What’s your OnlyFans?’

"Goodnight." "Goodnight, my love," he whispers into the dark room, his lips tilting into a sad smile. *** By the third night of their island getaway, Luna decides the trap is fully set. Through an untraceable account on X, a highly confidential video file is uploaded. Initially, millions of Stella's delusional fans laugh off the accompanying text, which boldly accuses the beloved goddess of drugging a prominent CEO to force a shotgun marriage. To the general public, Stella is a billionaire heiress who possesses no reason to resort to such disgusting, low-class tactics.

Cherry was very angry. Stella quickly pulled her aside as if she was afraid that it would be bad to be heard by others. "Don't say anything else. Keep your voice down! If you are overhead later, we won't even be able to make any deal. Just wait to be caught and beaten up!" Stella said. Before coming here she had checked Andrew's Information. One of the things she found out was that she know that Andrew has a hobby of abuse! Therefore, when Stella saw that the young lady was beaten up to this extent and her whole body was covered with a cigarette butt, it was under her expectations.

“I could get through the day just thinking about my next shoot. The comments. The tips. The way I’d take full control. You know?” “Wait, wait,” James held up his hand. “You watch OnlyFans?” I snorted, grabbing the fresh drink the bartender slid toward me. “Watch? No, James. I’m on it. I do OnlyFans.” His entire body tensed like I’d just told him I ate babies for breakfast. “YOU DO ONLYFANS?! WHO THE FUCK IS ANDREW??????!!” That was louder than I liked. A few heads turned. “Lower your damn voice,” I hissed, shooting him a sharp look.

Stella, seething with anger, shot a vicious glare at Amanda before leaving. Addressing Amanda, she admonished, "Amanda, as my elder sister, you should know your limits. Don't constantly try to claim my friend's possessions for yourself. I won't dare to control you.” With that, Stella angrily turned around and departed. As Stella reached the elevator, coincidentally, its doors opened, revealing Andrew stepping out. Stella’s fury intensified upon seeing him. "Mr.Andrew, you're finally here! Hurry up and rein in your girlfriend. Don't let her go around seducing other people's men! Don't you feel cuckolded?" she taunted.

Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”

I answered him. "Is that Noah?" Lieo asked to confirm. "He's one of them especially since he's also an investor of Stellar. But some celebrities do this cover and guesting for free, most of them were the top supermodels who I became close with, thanks to Noah." I said. Good thing I have already shared with Andrew that Noah is one of the major investors of the magazine. It took a lot of explanation before he finally accepted the fact and deal with it. I think going back to America with Andrew is a good idea. Andrew will get to know more about Noah and vice versa. Andrew will realize that Noah is just like Charles.

Noah stopped him before speaking anything. Eric tried to protest but then Andrew said, "If you want that I will model for you then it must be Scarlett, who will design for me." "Fine" Eric said. "Congratulations, Scarlett. Now you are the designer of Andrew Smith, the famous Irish model, be ready for some paparazzi." Leo laughed while stating it in the most dramatic tone. After having some good conversation Stella said, "Now we would like to ask you for leave. See you soon young lady."