Tara Reid Nsfw Novels & Stories

Only to Blake Williamson. His hands wandered down, pulling down my lacy thong underwear, and he knelt as he took it off from my legs. He pushed my legs apart, and I gasped as he brushed my slit with his fingers. I bit my bottom lip, hoping to stop myself from crying as he started flicking my bundle of nerves. “You are driving me crazy, Tara,” He whispered as he brushed his tongue over the center of my pleasure. He lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder to give him more access to my jewel.

My eyes started to water but he didn't dare to look at me. What the fuck, Peter? Why can't you look at me? Your unborn child inside me is fucking hurting. Come here with me, don't you dare stay with that bitch! You can't be with her because you belong to me! “You can leave, Peter. Your fiancée is waiting for you. Don’t make her wait for more or that unborn child of her will always be unborn,” I heard Tara say. My jaw clenched at the slight sarcasm in her voice. What did she just say? “I beg your pardon, bitch.” Fuck her. I want her to die! I fucking want her to die.

“Now you can see why she is terrified with this Luna talk. Being your woman was not even the plan in the first place. She never wanted to be tied to another Alpha again.” I looked at her. “And now?” Tara sighed. “Well now, she sees herself torn at the crossroads. She cares about you, but she is scared, because she does not want to lose herself again. And you should be patient with her. And about you trying to help her, Mayne you should just pull down all the articles and news about your relationship and warn the media not to talk about it anymore. Then from now on, your relationship with her should be private.”

Zara says picking up her bow and arrow set that Alex got for her birthday last month. Ari takes a hold of the bow in her small hands and gives it a 360-degree examination before taking the plastic arrow from Zara’s hand and sticking it flat onto the red bean bag couch. Luckily there’s a sticky plastic to the end of it and not an actual arrow, saving us the destruction that would come if it were to hit into something. “That’s my girl.” Adair smiles.

“It’s not worth the risk.” “Hey.” Tara reaches out and pulls me to a gentle stop, deep brown eyes meeting mine. She shakes her head. “I don’t know this woman nor your relationship with her,” she admits. “But I do know that it’s toxic and probably abusive.” She must notice the tears in my eyes because she draws me in for a hug. For a second I resist, but then I let it happen. It’s been a long time since anyone has hugged me like that. “Fuck Sadie,” Tara continues, holding me out at arm’s length as she squeezes my arms. “You’re free of her now, I promise. It’s time to stand up and live your life, girl. Do you understand?” “But I—”

never could I repay such kindness though I do thank you till my last breath for holding my hand as I ache it makes me think of our history like the time we first met my goal is to give you that gift again that sense of endless possibilities once I get back to 100% I promise that's where we'll be Don't give up on Kai, Xara. He needs you now more than ever. It might seem as if he doesn't care about you. But deep down he cares, deep down he's falling for you and he's scared. Fight for your marriage Xara, I know you can and you will. Yours faithfully, Your biggest fan, Anon. Xara reread the message wondering who it could be from. Because it was addressed as an anonymous fan. Who are you? She sil

I asked, my voice low and steady. Tara tilted her head, feigning innocence. “I have my ways.” I leaned forward, fingers curling slightly. “No one gets that kind of footage unless they work there. Or they’re sleeping with someone who does.” Her expression faltered immediately after I made that statement. I let the silence sit between us for a second. Then I said it again, slowly, sharper: “Or maybe you’re a stripper too.” “What….no!” she barked, her eyes wide. “I’m not…don’t be ridiculous.”

What she sees and hears next makes her frozen on the spot. “I knew you still love me. Mia is only a distraction.” Tara whispers with a seductive tone. Her previously well-groomed hair is a mess. She is perching on the edge of the desk, the hemline of her red dress bunches on her waist, exposing her lady parts with nothing on.

her soft voice replies from the other side. I find her nestled in a big, worn-down armchair, her knees pulled up and a soft off-white blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The place looks cozy and welcoming, it has the feel of a well loved home, one filled with loving memories and devoid of any hardship. Since she hasn’t been here that long, it’s obvious her furniture is second-hand, but it’s also very obvious that she has a great eye for detail and knows how to spruce up a place. “may I sit?” I ask her cautiously while gesturing towards the plush looking sofa across from where she’s sitting. Taking the slight nod of her head as an okay to my request, I let myself sink into the soft cushions

The specific domestic gesture that Tara has been watching them do since before Kai was born, the wordless acknowledgment of each other that requires no performance and no witness. Tara looks at them and she thinks about the things she came to Silver Hollow with, which were a sick child and an expired permit and the specific survival strategy of complete invisibility, and she thinks about the things she has now, and the distance between those two inventories is the whole of what the past three months have been. That evening Kai and Sable meet at the western quarter building for his session, and Tara tells Sable before the session begins that she and Arden are going to the Mountain West for se