Taylor Tomlinson Nsfw Novels & Stories

“I need you to look at it first.” “Look at what?” My phone vibrated. A message from Marissa appeared beneath our call. A video. I stared at it. “Where did you get this?” “It was posted online.” “What was?” “Just watch it.” I almost laughed. Not because anything was funny. Because she was beginning to scare me and I didn’t understand why. “Okay.” I pressed play. Taylor was standing on a balcony. I recognized him immediately. White shirt. Sleeves pushed back. One hand resting against the railing.

He reached for me again, fingers brushing my arm. I jerked away like his touch burned. “Don’t touch me!” My whole body trembled now, adrenaline surging. “You love me? Then why hide this? Why lie about who you are?” Taylor chuckled low, pushing off the bed and standing, the sheets falling away completely. He didn’t seem fazed by his nudity, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come on, princess. Drama much? It’s 2025—people experiment. Doesn’t mean he’s gay. Bi, maybe. Whatever.”

They tasted like rain, and strawberry chapstick. "Psst!" hissed Tabitha. "Shut up." Taylor looked back to me immediately. "Who cares who sees it, C. You wanna fuck me; I'm not even a student here any more. There's no excuses left except being too much of a pussy to take me on. So drop your bullshit, and fuck me." "Taylor, I..." Her chin tilted up not hopefully, but expectantly. Of course. How could a woman be that sexy and not anticipate compliance with such an offer? I leaned down. She was right. My job could never satisfy me the way this woman could.

“Let’s get back to our business, shall we?” Leila unconsciously gulped as she let Taylor position himself on top of her. His well-defined muscles were shining as his sweat dripped down his body. She already knew that he was a fit man under his suit… But she never would have thought that he would be this… this big! His chest and back were all pumped with muscles, making him look even more manly. He grazed his shaft in between her wet part. “I’m going in raw… Is that okay? Are you on birth control?”

where the hell are you? He throws me against the bed, forcing me on my stomach. I hate this. I hate him so much. But one day soon, I'll end him, but not before I make Abigail feel my pain. Taylor is such an asshole he will not think twice about fucking anyone... and I mean anyone, which means dear little sister Abigail will have so much fun with him. Just as she pretends to have fun with MY HUNTER! I can't help but grip the duvet and clench my jaw furiously as Taylor pounds inside me until he's done having his way. He's so stoned he can't even fucking move right, making me feel disgusted instead of turned on.

You’re coming with me as my sex toy, remember? His heart lightened to see the grin spread across her face. ‘Shall I dress as a dominatrix?’ ‘Now that I would love to see.’ Her cackle of laughter followed him out of the room. * * * “You’ve hardly stopped for the past month,” Taylor said. Take the day off—go and see Audrey.’ “Are you sure?” ‘Yes.’ His voice dropped. ‘Unless you want to come here and take me in my office.’ Even with Taylor a mile away, just the suggestive sound of his voice whispering down the phone set a frisson of heat through her.

Taylor moaned into my ear. Something snapped in me as I fisted her hair, bit into her neck, and pumped my cock in and out of her pussy relentlessly. Taylor's walls clamped down on my shaft as she came hard around me, forcing me to cum hard into the condom. We both hollered out each other's names and panted as we came down from our orgasmic high.

And what the hell is she doing to your… to you… oh my god! There’s a tingling pain in my chest. It’s clenching my heart as if drying out the blood in my veins. “No, no, babe. Listen-” Taylor took a step forward but I put my hand up to him. “Fucking stay where you are.” I said in a warning command. He halted. I closed my eyes shut and tilted my head on the side. I can’t fucking look at Taylor. I feel disgusted, humiliated, hurt! So what? He is into this kind of thing? What is it called? Kink? But how can he do it with another woman?!

"No way, Hartley. That's clearly Richard Branson. Look at that adventurous glint in his eye!" As they argued, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of two of the world's most powerful men bickering over baby photos. Suddenly, there was a crash from the gift table. We all turned to see Taylor standing there, looking mortified, surrounded by the wreckage of what appeared to be a crystal baby bottle. "I... I was just trying to move it," he stammered. "Who gives a crystal baby bottle anyway?" Christian rushed over to help, while I tried to stifle my giggles. Poor Taylor looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

"Can you feel it, my dear. My lil bro down there has been protesting for access to your asspussy. I can't wait to ram you until you only remember my name." "I can't wait to be railed either. Just fuck me already," Taylor pleaded, his gaze brimming with raw longing. And so they headed to a tree with Taylor's hands placed on the trunk, and his upper body arched nicely. With a turn of his head, he faced Marvin and disclosed, "I've already loosened up before coming," his voice permeated with intense desire. "Even better," Marvin slapped Taylor's flat ass. "Don't look anymore," my mate said, and I let out a sigh as I turned away. Soon, I heard muffled moans and the crescending sounds of skin clap