Cameron Dallas Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

River ignored me. I managed to catch River’s arm before he climbed up into his truck. River turned around so fast that I staggered back. “What, Dallas?” River snarled. The anger in his eyes instantly made me take a step back. “River, I–” “You don't owe me an explanation, Dallas. If you want to go on a date with Hunter, go for it. You're not mine.” River tried to sound casual and shrugged it off, but he couldn't hide the anger that was still in his eyes.

“He's waiting for you.” When she turned to the rest of the girls, they straightened instantly. “The rest of you, look alive! I want those ass jiggling and men drooling,” she pointed to the blonde beside me. “Fix your fucking voice, Lily. Two of the customers have been complaining.” She left the room and for a moment, nobody spoke. Dalia walked over and squeezed my shoulder. “I had no idea the Alpha even comes here,” she whispered and shook her head. “How are we just finding out?

“Mark me then. I want your mouth on me. I want bruises. I want to feel you for days when I go back to set.” Damien sucked hard on his neck, then moved lower, leaving a trail of dark marks across Kai’s collarbone and down to his chest. “This phoenix… it’s mine. Every feather. Every flame. Mine.” Kai moaned, fingers threading through Damien’s hair. “Yours. I kept thinking about you while they were shooting. Wondering what you’d say if you saw me like that.” “I saw the photos,” Damien said against his skin. “Almost lost it in my office. Had to lock the door because I got so hard thinking about all those people looking at what belongs to me.”

I act so well, moan so good while having sex with my ex, Daniel. He did his best, I couldn’t break his confidence. I deserved an Oscar, I know that. He brags about how good he makes me feel. We dated for 1 year and 3 months, I couldn’t keep up with being with him since I couldn’t get satisfied by him. I didn’t like the idea of cheating on him, so I try to enjoy everything he does. The foreplay, the moments, the looks. They all go so well until he is in and starts doing what he does worst. Then he goes on saying “Call me daddy, you little slut” for someone I’m acting up for.

"Listen to that, it's hard to think it's you! The love of my life getting used by this bastard!" Cass slowly got back into my arms, and snaked her hand down my stomach again, seeming to accept that it was indeed hot. Just this alone made me realize how compatible we were, even in this dirty fantasy. Which was, in fact, no longer a fantasy. "You better believe it's me. Getting used like that, for Neil's pleasure only." Just hearing those noises, knowing it was Cass' sweet mouth wrapped around such a nasty man's big vile cock left so much more to the imagination. And the groans from them both? Neil and Cass both groaned in tact with continuous wet sounds.

“Do you burn?” “Constantly.” “For me?” “For you,” she whispered, her eyes becoming glassy. “Only for you.” He removed the vibrator and let the absence stretch like a physical hunger. “Then confess your darkest desire. What do you want from me?” Her voice was thin and hoarse. “I want to be broken and rebuilt. I want you to strip me of everything I thought I controlled. I want to kneel because it feels like worship.” His mouth curled into something darker than a smile. “You are almost ready.”

But I also wanted him healed, not ripping open his stitches for the sake of sex. I pulled back, breathless, pressing my forehead against his. “Not yet,” I whispered. “When you’re healed.” He groaned, dropping his head back into the pillow. “You’re killing me, Camila.” “Good,” I said, smirking despite myself. “That’s payback for making me cry my eyes out last night while you were burning up with fever.” His lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Evil. Absolutely evil.” I kissed his cheek softly. “And you love me.”

Round two is dirtier than round one. Damon doesn't wait for the bed. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the bathroom – marble floors, marble vanity, mirrors everywhere. Bends me over the counter so hard my tits slam against the cold stone and cum from round one – Jay's load, still drying on my chest – smears across the white marble. He enters me from behind in one savage thrust. No warning. His cock is long enough that the angle over the vanity lets him reach places the bed didn't, and I scream and grab the faucet for something to hold.

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

Instead, his dad shakes hands with both me and Robert, “We’ve been waiting.” "The future Mrs. Moore," Vivian smiles at me, kindly. “It’s lovely to finally make your acquaintance, Danielle.” Cameron’s face tightens into a scowl at her words, and he looks visibly upset. He doesn’t seem to be someone who is very interested in his future mate. His parents seem happier to see me than he does. The feeling of being unwanted intensifies. “I’m sure you will adjust to our house and its rules very soon, Danielle,” Vivian says with a smile. “You’ll be sleeping in Cameron’s room ton-”