Tommy X Deo Novels & Stories

“Oh...m–my...fuck!'’ I moaned out when I finally hit orgasm. After milking every come out of me Frederick rose to kiss me, letting me have a taste of myself. “That was awesome. but something great is coming.'’ he said, after disengaging from the kiss and began to take off his shorts. I swallowed hard many times in anticipation. Frederick has always been the better man for this job not because he's my first or because I love him but there's something about the way he fucks me that drives me crazy. “Are you ready for Tommy?'’ he asks stroking his dick with the best smile plastered on his face. Now. Look. At. That. Did I tell you guys who Tommy is? My bad. Tommy is long, thick, with a very big

He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was appealing to him, he waved it at the back of his mind and returned the smile "honestly, they are worst than a bug." The young man laughed softly at his joke before handing him a drink to which he collected, "allow me to introduce myself Mr. Boron, I am Oliver Simon, at your service" he did a dramatic bow which Kane must admit was a little funny since it wasn't necessary. "And what will be your service be to me Mr. Simon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile on his lips. "To drive the pests away of course but you must be ready to pay me handsomely."

"Or he's not coming." "He's coming." I scanned the crowd. Looking for a face I'd tried to forget. Two oh-three. He appeared. Tall. Broad shoulders. Tattoos covering both arms in black and gray ink. Sleeve rolled up despite the cold. Tommy. He saw me. Smiled. All teeth. No warmth. "Jackson. Good to see you, mate." "Tommy." His eyes slid to Sloane. Then Peter. Lingered too long on both. "Thought I said come alone."

But Tommy tried his best to get to know his idol better. "Why are you smiling?" asked Dante, sitting before Tommy shook his head, the smile still lingering on his face. Of course, it wasn't a mockery or disdain but a smile of pride. "I just didn't expect to be chosen to work with you, sir," Tommy replied. "You are our idol__" "We?" interrupted Dante. "Yes, me and my friends in special forces training," Tommy replied, sounding enthusiastic. "Oh yeah, how old are you?" asked Dante again. "Twenty-four, and you're only a year older than me."

Tommy lashed out at Joanne, "Are you a complete idiot? Just because she said I have AIDS, you believe it?" Joanne held her face helplessly. Ambrose walked over at this moment and naturally put his arm around Larissa's shoulder. "Why are you still standing here?" Tommy's eyes lit up, and he excitedly said, "You ... You're Mr. Hamilton?" Ambrose raised an eyebrow, "Who are you?" Tommy said, "I'm Tommy Dickman, the project manager at Feldson Holdings. We've been wanting to collaborate with your company for a long time. Meeting Mr. Hamilton here is truly a coincidence!"

“You better start talking or I'm gonna shove of fucking hearing device so far up your ass, you would hear the sound of your small intestine as it produces shit.” “I—I swear, I know nothing, Vex–” “It's Jordan.” “Sorry. Jordan. I—” “Free him, Jay.” Tommy's voice wasn't so difficult to recognize after having heard it for over two decades. He's also the only fucker that choose to freestyle with my name. The younger guy sitting next to me had that redeeming look upon spotting Tommy walking towards us. Alas, he'll live this day without a scratch. Tommy strolled over like he had all the time in the world, not rushing, not panicking—just calm in that way that made me want to break something. Even i

He looked to be around my age, probably a year or two older and I could see the subtle resemblance he shared with Alessio in the line of his jaw and wavy black hair. “Coraline, that’s Tommy, short for Tommaso.” Alessio introduced in a begrudging tone. “He’s one of my younger cousins living here because his parents kicked him out when he insisted on starting a rock band after graduating high school instead of heading off to the university.” Tommy’s dark eyes twinkled playfully. “Hi, Coraline. You can totally be the band’s manager when we make our debut next year.” “Oh.” I blinked. “Um, thanks for the offer.”

“Is that Tomi Lexington's name written on your jersey, Lucia?” ​“Yeah. He gave it to me.” ​“What?” Audery and, surprisingly, Lenny exclaimed together. ​“Who is this Tomi Lexington? He must be a hotshot if Gamer Girl here knows him.” ​“He is the hottest guy on our school's squad. I mean, have you seen his abs? Gosh,” Lenny exclaimed. ​I just blinked, completely bewildered. ​“Tomi Lexington literally made me break my vow of no curse words,” Audery said. “I saw him, and every single word I could use to describe a hot, sexy hunk who is incredibly heavenly gorgeous just disappeared.”

“Yeah, Alpha Montgomery always returns his favors. Okay then. I’ll need your contact details. I don’t like calling; I prefer messages, so keep an eye on your inbox. I might bring my son to help me finish the job faster, so don’t freak out if you see two of us in those cameras of yours. He’s a redhead, like you.” I nod. “Name’s Tommy Decker.” He holds out his hand. “You don’t have to worry about me, Miss. I don’t have a problem with bloodsuckers if they don’t have a problem with me.” His blunt manner of speaking has me smiling. “Charlotte Beaumont. It’s nice to meet you.” He shakes my hand before pulling out his phone and taking pictures of the marble design. He also pockets some of the broke

The moment he entered, he swiftly removed his towel as he stepped in front of a long, large mirror examining himself as he passed the towel over the wet places. Tommy's body was built yet lean with strong, muscular arms with the words 'Power and Loyalty', tatted on both arms. His chest was slightly buffed with a little dip that connected to his well-defined and toned abs. On the sides of his stomach tatted the words 'A real man isn't someone who kills people', 'But a real man is someone, who is respected by people'. After drying off himself, Tommy simply drops the towel on the floor before looking for a pair of sweats. Tommy then slides on a Calvin underwear that sits perfectly on his waist