Calum Hood Imagines Dirty Novels & Stories

"Then who is it? Did you go to the club, got drunk, and hooked up with a guy around my age, in the backseat of his car?" "How could you even say that?" I'm close to yelling at this point. Because he thinks I'm a loose person. "You're hesitating to reply," Calhoun is still as calm as ever but he doesn't look the way he did before. "You're killing the mood," I say before I can even stop myself. "Oh," mischief dances in his eyes, "that means you're in dire need to get fucked by me." Hear crawls up on my cheek as I tear my gaze away from him. The way he talks dirty is arousing. He's always calm and collected, people wouldn't expect him to be this vulgar with words.

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

"Images like you kneeling down before me to take my dick like a good little slut." I could feel the wetness dripping from my thigh and the rise and fall of my chest was heavy as I watched Alessandro do his thing. When he finished undoing all the buttons, he ridded me of the shirt, leaving me buck naked. I didn't mind one fucking bit, but… "You're still fully clothed." I managed to say amid the cloud of lust in my brain. I was certain I wasn't thinking straight. How could I when I was about to be fucked by Alessandro Maurizio?

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest

I feel every pulse flooding me, and my pussy contracts around him milking every drop. I cum with him biting the back of my hand, a silent scream into the granite while my best friend’s husband empties himself inside me. He stays inside me, both of us breathing, and the kitchen clock ticking. I can hear Harper snoring through the archway. He pulls out and his cum drips from me onto the kitchen floor, white on dark tile. It’s the filthiest, most honest thing I’ve ever seen. I should clean up, fix my clothes, and go home to my husband.

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."

“On your team’s most difficult players.” She handed it over and gave me a wink. “The Vipers are insane. This will help you handle all their issues.” I flipped open the file, and there he was. Noah Hudson. Hockey’s biggest bad boy, captured mid-glare, helmet under his arm, shirt half off, tattoos peeking through the edge of his shoulder pads. Even in a still image, he looked like he was seconds away from a fight. Or something worse. Lucia leaned over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. He’s hot.”

“You haven’t texted him back, have you?” I shake my head. “What am I supposed to say? Todd is the biggest dick I know, which is ironic considering his dick wasn’t actually all that big in real life, and now I’m here, back home with Mommy and Daddy, not sure what to do with my life. Though sitting here, eating my weight in junk food and watching trashy reality TV seems like a good way to go out.”