Tara Reid Nsfw Novels & Stories

I felt weak, but I had to go through with it. I, Keilah Rivera, reject Ralph Moore, the alpha of Moonrise packs' rejection from being his mate. His face twisted, and his grip loosened. The moment his hands let go of me, I'm dead. Just before I could land on the ground, I quickly grabbed his shirt and brought my face close to his, saying firmly, "I refuse your rejection, Ralph Moore." With a satisfied smile, I let go of his shirt and fell to the ground.

"That is better for me, Tara." "Yeah, if you intend on sleeping with the Pope." Tara said. Janelle snorted. "You brought me here for a reason. Now, stand back and let me do my job." Tara said with pride. Janelle gave her a mocking cutesy and stepped back. She went online to check her Instagram account her latest post. "Oh, uh. What about what we discussed the other day?" Tara said, lifting a lingerie to compare with another one. "What we discussed?"

The first thing Tara woke up to was pain. She was surprised her body even allowed her the privilege of sleep. She was convinced the constant stinging won't stop all night nor would it get better. Her feminine parts throbbed violenly at the remembrance of last night. An eyeful tear quickly trickled down her eyes even before she opened it. Slowly when her eyelids opened , she was greeted with the beast of her nightmares . He eloquently sat at the corner club chair. His intertwined legs rested on the table in front as his eyes sincerely watched tabloid in his hands. Another tear trickled through the creek of her nose leaving the enmity on its wake. Her fist tightened around itself to contain th

We had been through too much together. Tara seemed disturbed when I mentioned Kade in the past. She would wear a startled expression paired with a nervous scent or exhibit symptoms of rising blood pressure. I believed Tara was concerned about her daughter meeting another stranger. I was wrong, but my mind was still searching for an excuse for her intense reaction. Maybe my friend appeared similar to someone she knew many years ago. Maybe Kade wore the same face of the man that had sullied her and abandoned their child, leaving her destitute and depressed.

" She pleaded and I smirked. She took off her robe and it pools to her feet. My mouth instantly invades her erect nipples and she moans loudly. I pulled her closer. I took off my towel and pushed Tara on the bed. She gasped in shock and smirked. "Lay on your stomach Tara and arch your back up so that I can see your ass and cunt." Tara licked her lips and obeyed my command. And I shoved two fingers in her pussy and she cried out in pleasure. "Fuck Marcus!" Tara moans loudly. TARA'S POV He smacks my ass and I bite my lower lip to suppress my loud moans. My core was vibrating and if he continues smacking my ass like this I might just cum undone.

She stopped and sniffed in. "We changed our minds," Xavier lied quietly. "We realized it was wrong." He added. I wondered how he amazingly lied with his neutral expression. "Oh, how noble," Tara's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You realized rape was wrong. What do you want, a medal?" Both of us flinched at the word, but I felt it hit me like a physical blow. "Tara, you know….” I tried again. "No." Her voice was firm now, steady despite the tears streaming down her face. "There's nothing either of you can say. Nothing."

Her pussy clamped down on Damon's cock, milking him for every last drop as she quaked and convulsed in ecstasy. Finally, it was over, Tara collapsing back onto the counter, panting and trembling with aftershocks. Damon pulled out, a trickle of come leaking from her gaping hole. Kendra licked it up, moaning at the taste of their combined release. "That was incredible," Kendra purred, sitting back on her heels. "But you know what would make it even better?" Tara looked at Kendra with a dazed expression, barely able to form words after such a mind-blowing fuck. Damon simply arched an eyebrow, waiting for Kendra to continue.

Everyone knew the vibe: clothes optional, hands everywhere, say stop and it stops, otherwise keep going until someone collapses. I walked down the stairs in just boxer briefs, already half-hard from the sounds leaking up—moans, wet slaps, low curses. The air was thick with sweat, weed, and sex. First thing I saw was Tara on her knees in the middle of the room, surrounded by four guys. She had one cock in her mouth, deep-throating slow while her hands jerked the two on either side. The fourth stood behind her, fingers buried in her cunt, pumping fast enough that her thighs were shaking and slick ran down her legs in shiny trails.

He shot at me and I shook my head pathetically as I flipped my wet hair backward. “It's all good, I will take my leave now” I brushed my arm against his and walked past the jobless people angrily. Tamara POV “I'm so sorry about that” Rodney said for the second time immediately we both stepped into the enormous living room. I chuckled softly. “It's okay, Mr. Rodney” I said to him, while bringing my face down. “You should stop that already,” He cautioned, and I looked up at him with furrowed brows. “Stop what?” I asked confused.

Her nipples poke through the thin material of her yellow t-shirt, unhindered by a bra to keep them in check. She catches my lingering stare and moves my hand that holds her wrist up to her bosom. ‘I’m so sorry Beta Silas. I just wanted to catch your attention.’ She bites her bottom lip seductively and smiles at me. My cock rises in my trousers, I can still appreciate a good-looking girl. I have needs like every other man. ‘You have my attention Tara. What would you like to do with it now.’ I unzip my trousers let them fall to my feet. My cock springs free from the confines of my boxer shorts as I pull them down enough to release the beast. ‘Oh my!’ Tara looks down at my dick and her cockines