Nicola Taylor “Oh god… wait-” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat as pleasure rippled through me. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me, forcing me to ride him as my body trembled with each delicious rub of his cock against my painfully erect clit. The sensation was overwhelmin
Nicola TaylorThe late afternoon sunlight streamed through the large living room windows, as I quietly sat in the corner of the living room, enjoying my tea and a book. Arabella’s delighted laughter echoed around the house as Cole held her above his head, pretending she was Superman. Her tiny arms w
I closed my eyes, feeling oddly at peace in his arms. “Yeah, well, someone has to keep you in check. I’m glad she has my back,” I giggled lightly, smiling when I felt him chuckle.“So, does everyone in my family prefer you over me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, though there was a playful glint in h
Nicola TaylorAs I came back from my class, I heard Arabella’s high-pitched voice and Cole’s deeper, exasperated one coming from the kitchen.“But Batman is the best, Daddy!” Arabella insisted, her tiny fists planted firmly on her hips.Cole looked down at her, his brows furrowed. “I’m just saying,
Nicola TaylorCole looked bewildered, his hand hovering uncertainly over her shoulder. “Woah, why are you crying?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.“Because—” She sniffled, wiping at her eyes. “It’s just… I can’t believe something could have happened to you, and I would never have seen you again or hear
Nicola TaylorI stared at the nothingness, feeling hollow inside. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that seeps into your bones and amplifies every thought, every doubt, until it’s all you can hear. I blinked, trying to clear the haze from my mind, but it was no use. My thoughts swirled
Nicola Taylor"Nicola," Mrs. Kinsley started, her voice gentle but firm, as if she was trying to soothe me but still get her point across. "He didn’t tell you about Sierra because, quite simply, it wasn’t important to him. It was just an arrangement his mother was pushing for, you know, because she
Cole Harrington“Where’s Nicola?” my mom asks, settling herself down right in front of the TV like she’s about to join us for a match. Meanwhile, Lucas and I are deep into an intense round of Call of Duty.I barely take my eyes off the screen as I reply, “She didn’t want to come.” Then, I lean close