Ariana Grande Smut Novels & Stories

He smiles, eyes on the road. “You’ll see.” I narrow my eyes. “I don’t really like surprises.” “That’s unfortunate,” he chuckles. “Because I like giving them.” “I don’t have that kind of patience,” I warn. He laughs, the sound warm and easy. “I’ve noticed and I find that so cute.” I look down, using my hair to hide my blushing cheeks. That boy is mine, by Ariana Grande comes on, and I can’t help but be giddy. I don’t know why I love it, maybe because it’s catchy and gives off dark romance vibes.

“No. But I've seen chicas feas y desesperadas ‘desperate ugly girls’ like you try to control guys that aren't theirs. He doesn't want you.” My face flushes red with anger. I felt heat rise up to my neck. She had guts for someone that doesn't know me at all. Behind me, Jeremías leans in. His chest presses against my shoulder blades, his warm breath smearing against the sensitive skin of my ear. “That was an insult,” he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. “Ugly was mentioned too.” That is it. I instinctively lunge at her, my arms stretched out, ready to wipe that proud smug off her irregular shaped face.

Her pussy clenched around her fingers as she displayed herself, desperate to please. “I’m such a whore!” Arianna cried, her words breaking into sobs of lust. “A three-hole cum bucket! A pathetic slut!” Her juices coated her wrist as she pumped her fingers, her other hand clutching her breasts. She pinched and pulled her nipples hard, arching her back for the camera. “I want you to use me!” she screamed. “Humiliate me! Turn me into a worthless fucking whore!” Her whole body jerked and spasmed as release ripped through her. She cried out, shaking as the orgasm consumed her. When the tremors finally eased, she collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, hair plastered to her damp face.

He buried his nose in her pubic hair and inhaled deeply. “Fuck… Aunty, you smell so good…” He dragged his tongue slowly from the bottom of her slit to her clit, tasting her tangy juices. “Ahhh!” Meera cried out, hips bucking. Aryan devoured her. He licked and sucked her fat pussy lips, tongue plunging inside her wet hole, slurping noisily. He sucked her swollen clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly. “Ohhh… fuck… Aryan… ahhh!” Meera moaned loudly, her usual composure shattering. Her hands gripped his hair as she ground her dripping cunt against his face. Juices coated his chin and cheeks.

Liam slammed deep one last time and came with a guttural roar, pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum flooding Nina’s pussy until it overflowed, running down her thighs in sticky rivulets. He stayed buried inside her, grinding, making sure every drop stayed deep. Then he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her gaping, ruined hole. He scooped some onto his fingers and shoved them into Nina’s mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. She did. Eyes glazed, tears and mascara streaking her cheeks, tongue swirling around his fingers like it was his cock. Rita crawled forward, licked a stripe up Nina’s inner thigh, gathering the leaking cum, then kissed Nina slow, filthy, feeding it to her.

Ariana let out a shaky breath, turning her head towards the large mirror in the corner of the room. For the first time in a long time, she actually noticed her own reflection. Her face... The scar was still there. That flaw. The ugliness that was always used as an excuse to insult him. "I'm innocent, Nathan! Why is everyone treating me like disgusting trash?" Ariana's voice was soft, almost drowned out by her own sobs. She leaned closer to the mirror, touching her reflection with trembling fingers. "My face is disgusting... no wonder they're disgusted with me.”

All the makeup made her uncomfortable no matter how thin the layer was. "We are done ma'am," the head among them spoke and she looked up to her. "How old do you think I am?" Ariel asked but she didn't reply. "I'm 25, get that into your head next time you call me ma'am. Just leave," she got up and went on the bed. They bowed and left then she followed then after few minutes. She was so hungry making her angry with everyone. Damian was already on the table but was scrolling through his phone instead of having breakfast.

She smells amazing. Carla's scent engulfs me and sends me into a heady trance. "I want to eat you like you've never been eaten before." She moans. "Do you want that?" I ask. "Yes," she confesses, voice low. "Fuck me with your mouth, Liam." She likes dirty talk. Slowly, I rise to my full height, take her hand in mine, and lay her on the bed. In a few smooth, short movements, I strip to nothing.

Hot air breathed through my face; I was aware people of the people near me yet no one dared to touch a single hair. There were a lot of murmurs but they were mixed ups that when they reached me, everything was already muddled. And I only get to grasp parts of it. This one is different, she’s a stunning beauty that’s for sure. I heard she’s Yulian’s, he has a taste that’s for sure. Do you think she’ll last like the last one? It will be lost if she doesn’t. I hope she doesn’t end up like that wench. Stop that nonsense. Won’t you die to touch this beauty here?

’ It was a challenge to his ego and fuel to his lust-filled brain. The feeling of his enormous length pressing against me and the friction of the coarse carpet had my orgasm come racing. And when it did, my eyes instantly rolled at the back of my head. A hoarse scream escaped past my lips while my body convulsed, sending waves of humiliating pleasure over me. It was unlike any orgasm I've ever had. The pulsating waves of pleasure were so intense it was almost painful. It seemed to go deep into my soul, rattling my bones, making me feel dirty like a wh*re and a queen at the same time.