Tommyinnit X Novels & Stories

"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."

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.

My pussy throbbed from the quick finger-fuck, but I had work to do. I spotted Tommy across the room and licked my lips. “Tommy, you are first up in about fifteen minutes,” I called out, my voice dripping with sex. “Come on over here, big boy. Let me get that cock stage-ready.” Tommy walked over with that lazy, confident stride. He dropped his robe without hesitation and stood there completely naked. His dick hung soft and heavy between his strong thighs. I stepped right up to him, pressing my body against his and grinding my hips slowly so my dress rode up.

Under his miss-no-detail gaze, her nipples sprang to attention. Swatting at his hands, she added, “Cut it out.” “Back off.” This time Ben’s disembodied voice sounded more menacing. “I’m not holding her,” Tommy replied calmly, not bothering to turn around. He finished buttoning her shirt and rubbed his thumb gently under her eye, where she’d tried to use makeup to hide the dark, puffy circles left by lack of sleep.

"Send someone to find that influencer as soon as possible, and tell those who are in charge of dealing with this that they'll no longer handle the matter. I'll take over." Tommy was startled, and he could not help but feel a little surprised to hear that Jeremy was going to do it himself. Corinne appeared to have more standing in Jeremy's heart than Anya! "Understood." Tommy nodded and immediately went to do as he was told. After Tommy left, Jeremy breathed out a puff of smoke, tilted his head, and stared at the closed bedroom door before walking helplessly to the study. ... Corinne came out of the shower, changed into some clean and comfortable home clothes, and felt so much more refreshed

The concrete floor felt cold beneath his feet, and he could hear the faint drip of water somewhere in the darkness beyond his cloth-covered vision. Tommy leaned closer to Liam, so close that the man's chin was almost resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his breath penetrated through the fabric covering Liam's head, carrying with it the smell of coffee and something else - something sharp and medicinal that made Liam's stomach turn. When Tommy spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, but every word was crystal clear and filled with malicious satisfaction. "You are going to say on camera that you made a big mistake," Tommy said, his lips so close to Liam's ear that the words seemed to vi

he asks softly. I nod. “Well, I need a hug,” Cyrene says, pulling me into a hug. “And I better see a tiger in that new apartment of yours when I come see you tomorrow.” “You mean this tiger?” Iniko asks, opening my bag and pulling out my stuffed tiger. Cyrene squeals in delight and hugs me again, making me laugh. I look at my mother over her shoulder. ‘Thank you,’ I mouth so she knows I appreciate her reminding me to pack the tiger.

"You're fat." "No, I'm not fat," Tommy pouted, his round, chubby cheeks puffing up right then. Erin could not resist pinching his cheek then—his skin was fair, tender and smooth, and very soft as she squeezed it. "That hertz," Tommy complained, mispronouncing 'hurts'. Erin laughed and pinched him again. Bzzt— Irene's phone rang just then, and Erin took Tommy off her arms as she took it out and answered it.

TOMMY . . It’d been a week since that night. And in that one week I had done three things religiously. One—suffer side effects from the omega drug, and suppressants. Two—question my life choices. Three—refresh the internet like a deranged maniac. Sunlight spilled from the ceiling-to-floor windows of my office on my hunched-over figure as I scrolled through tabs—gossip blogs, niche tabloid, fan forum, even secret Alpha dating forum(I don't even know how I ended up there, so don’t ask)

he nods yes looking at me, he slowly removes his hands "Yes mum I am fine" he whispers, good girl, he lets go and dives onto my bed "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he looks at me and smiles "are you from school? , did they dare you to do this because there's nothing for me to show" He laughs "Chill lady, Forgive me, let me introduce myself, I am Tommy, but my friends call me Tom, wait, no they just call me Tommy" he laughs What the-