Tommy Shelby X Reader Novels & Stories

SHANE Shelby was an artist. A connoisseur of desire and pleasure. First, her hands slid up my inner thighs, a slow, deliberate caress that made my muscles twitch. Her thumbs brushed the crease where my legs met my torso, so close, but not touching me there. The anticipation was a live wire. Then she leaned down, and I felt her breath, warm and moist, ghost over my balls. A shudder ran through me. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“Ally, you were the only one who gave yourself to me willingly. All of the other women I’ve slept with did it for a reason. Either they were after fame or they were forced. After a few times, I felt nothing for them. But with you, you’re like a book that I want to read and find out all your secrets. You make me want you so much, Ally Shale.” I didn’t know whether to blush or to be happy about his words. But in contrast with the gentle Tyler, I wanted to experience the dark and desirous version of him. “Tyler, I want you to take me as hard as you can.” I slipped my hand under the blankets and nudged his manhood gently, urging it to harden at my touch. His eyes almost popped out as I had made

Tommy answered kindly but I could see that he is tensed and scared to stand in front of Benedict. He should get nervous, he's dating Benedict's younger sister. "And here we have the lovely Thea Thibault." Bethany gestured to me with a smile. I smiled shyly. "This is Tommy, Thea. My boyfriend." She smiles back at him. Tommy extended his huge hand to me, "I'm very honored to meet you." I smiled sweetly. "Same here." "Are you two staying long?" Benedict asked. "I'll tell the waiter to add another table and two more chairs for you to join."

Backing out through the door, Richard turned and steadied himself on the jamb a moment before closing it quietly behind him. Tish continued to grind and writhe, riding Tommy’s face, riding the crest of her climax when it came and squealing. The dark-haired girl paused over him, on her hands and knees. “Come on, baby,” she purred. “Let that shit go for your Maria. Come for me, baby.” She returned to her hungry wet work. Tommy sat up abruptly, tossing the blonde off onto the pillows beside him. He nudged Maria from his crotch with regret. Wiping his chin, and trying to shake away the cobwebs, he wished he had the scotch bottle back to rinse out his mouth.

I don’t know what I thought would happen, but it wasn’t this. Tommy breaks the tension and introduces himself. “Hello Rayna. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll be your Delta. This is Jason your future Gamma, and Ben your future Beta. Kennedy is one of our warriors too.” He points me out and I wish he wouldn’t, she was calming down, but that tension is back the instant he says my name.

Tommy also couldn't have known how I drooled over every explicit detail of Shiloh's stories, feeling the ache grow and needing to know what it felt like to be really stretched out. Tommy was a good guy, the sexless thing aside, but I didn't need a guy. I needed a bull. A big, black bull to dominate me. A big, black bull to stretch me, break me, fill me up. If Tommy had known any of this, he probably wouldn't have sprung for backstage passes.

Sherry’s standard for choosing a boyfriend was that he had to be great in bed, and unexpectedly, Tommy was indeed not bad. He made her very satisfied, and she also quite liked him as he was highly educated and good-looking. The two of them kept going until around four or five in the morning without parting. Tommy did not realize that he was like a gigolo serving his client, using all his skills to satisfy Sherry. “Tom, have you slept with Winona before?” Tommy shook his head. “She seems to have some psychological trauma in that area and always refuses to let me touch her.”