Tara Strong Hot Novels & Stories

“Only if you call Jacob and fuck him in the next room.” I roll my eyes. “I and Jacob won’t happen, Ira. Quit that!” “But why?? He is so hot… and single.” She says looking at photos on my phone we took today while sipping coke. “If I wasn’t into Liam, I would have totally licked his abs.” I grimace at her choice of words. “What?” She defends herself. “Look at his t-shirt.” She shows me the phone. “It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.”

Grey POV Tyla's parents had invited me over for dinner. At first, I didn't want to come, but Ashley.... That's the only reason I agreed. She'd been ignoring my calls. I missed her like hell. Not seeing her these past few days had drive me insane. And I'm not gonna lie, I hadn't touched another woman. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Fuck, I'd been jerking off just to get some sleep. Pathetic, I know. A whole billionaire jerking off alone.

Tara asks again but I respond by screaming in pain . "I'm going to get Maddox okay ,I think you are going into heat ,"she shouts from the other side of the bed and leaves . The pain subsides after awhile but then again it starts which makes me clench my fists and scream . My body feels so hot I take off my shirt hoping to cool off my body but it's just gets worse . "Bloom!"Maddox's voice bellows from behind the door . "Bloom open the damn door !"he screams banging the door .

she moaned, pushing back against him despite the guilt burning in her chest. Thirty minutes earlier, Tara had walked through the front door after months away, her body still buzzing from the long drive. She found Zane mid-workout, shirtless and glistening with sweat, his muscular chest and abs flexing as he lifted weights. At twenty-six, the ex-military personal trainer looked even more commanding than she remembered. Their eyes locked and the air instantly thickened with unspoken hunger.

This was just for us. Or at least… that’s what I thought. Zara Lennox, 26, one of the biggest lifestyle influencers in Los Angeles, was getting absolutely destroyed in her own living room at 2:17 AM, moaning like a pornstar while her boyfriend’s thick cock stretched her dripping pussy. “Goddamn, Zara,” Felix groaned, gripping my hips tighter, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. “You’re so fucking wet tonight. Been thinking about this all day while you were filming that ‘morning routine’ bullshit?”

"Just... the chair is a bit uncomfortable." Mateo’s hand didn't move. It stayed there, large and hot, his fingers beginning a slow, agonizing crawl up her inner thigh. Ariana’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to shift away, but the booth was narrow, and Mateo’s grip was absolute. He didn't just touch her; he claimed her, his hand moving higher, his thumb tracing the seam of her silk shorts under her skirt. "You should try the tartare, Ariana," Mateo said, his voice smooth and professional, even as his fingers reached the sensitive, damp heat between her legs. "It’s a specialty of the house. Very raw. Very primal."

Black, fierce, and dangerous, just like him. My stupid brain betrayed me again, whispering how impossibly hot it looked, how badly I wanted to trace it with my tongue. Christian caught me staring. His smirk widened, hot and cocky. “Like what you see, little tigress?” “Shut up,” I tried to sound fierce, but my eyes betrayed me again by lingering on the ink, on the ridges of his chest, and the hard lines of his stomach. My hands itched to touch him, and fuck. I hated that.

“Come on, Everette. The only people who’d believe you don’t love her anymore are creatures from a mythical species—because no one else will.” Phoenix exhaled loudly. “I don’t love her. End of discussion.” “Yeah, sure, whatever,” Tom muttered, shaking his head. “Anyway, get Sean to investigate if what that woman told you is true.” He turned to Sean. “How much will it cost?” “This time, it’s free,” Sean replied nonchalantly. A loud collective gasp came from Tom, Andrei, and Lee. “For real?” Andrei’s eyes widened. “Phoenix, you better throw a party for this. Make it drink-all-you-can!”

All of us look at her like she's insane. "What? He's hot." "Yeah, and fucking crazy," Adrianna says, rolling her eyes. "No one would voluntarily get with that man. He's a sadist." Azira's cheeks redden, but she shrugs. "Doesn't take away from how gorgeous he is, and now I know it's possible..." she laughs. "I'm joking, though." "Right," Natalya says. "It's your funeral." I shake my head. "We'd best get to breakfast before everyone eats all the good food."

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.