Cameron Dallas Dirty Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I come again, clenching tightly around his fingers and moaning, and Camden slowly removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth to suck them clean. “Now,” I say, looking down at his tented pants. “Now, fuck me,” I plead. Camden smirks and shakes his head, and stands up a bit unsteadily and walks into the bathroom. I can hear him panting and then crying out, and he returns sweaty and smiling sheepishly. “I wanted to watch,” I pout, and Camden chokes out a laugh. “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he asks, crawling under the covers with me and I wrap my good arm around his neck to kiss him. He tastes like me and I moan into his mouth.

"Alex, why would you come into my room naked? This isn't funny... get out!" He didn't move at first, just stood there with that smug, knowing smile, his eyes raking over me like he owned me. "Come on, Camila," he said, his voice low and rough, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "You read my text. You know why I'm here. I've been waiting for this birthday present for a long fucking time." I shook my head, my cheeks burning with a mix of shame and desire. "That text... it was a mistake, right?"

And maybe because his intense gaze is making me feel tingly. "That sounds good Master Damon. Would you want me tonight?" I ask nervously. "I would, I'd like to go straight to my playroom if you accept," he says and I nod quickly. "I'd like that Master Damon," I reply. "You two can go to Damon's playroom now," Marcus says and Damon stands up. "You can crawl behind me slave," Damon says firmly and I get down on my hands and knees without hesitation. "Yes Master," I say and he starts walking. I follow on my hands and knees and thankfully he walks slowly so I can keep up. I feel myself getting wet in my shorts already just from his firm commands. We get to his playroom and I crawl inside as he l

I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Kayla! Don't play dumb with me," Joan hissed, leaning in close. "I’ve been patient with you because of the surgery, but give me the tea. You and the boss? The news? The Vances? It’s like a soap opera and I need to know everything." Before I could answer, Cameron walked through the front doors, holding his morning coffee. He spotted us and joined in immediately. "Are we talking about the power couple of the century?" Cameron asked with a grin. "Kayla, my man Damien is out here moving mountains for you. I saw him in the hallway yesterday and he actually looked... happy. It was terrifying."

Cynthia smartly snatched her dieary and thenCynthia hit her elbow in his stomach giggling . " I won ...without any superpowers boom ." said Cynthia . " Ahan nevermind ." said Damon giving an eye roll . " And don't you dare to read my personal diary again ." said Cynthia narrowing her eyes . " I already read that all ." said Damon smirking ." All your stupid fantasies ...literally everything ." he added . " You are douchebag ." said Cynthia leaving her mouth wide open . " Unfortunately it was your last year diary ...so i didn't get anything important accept your wild fanatsies ." said Damon .

My coffee’s gone stone cold, but I drink the last of it anyway, just to keep myself grounded. ‎ ‎When I close the file, it leaves a faint print of dust on my fingertips. ‎ ‎Damon Vale. Billionaire. Alleged criminal. ‎ ‎Somewhere inside that stack of paper is a truth that could ruin him—or save him. I don’t know which yet. ‎ ‎But as I lean back and stare at his photo one more time, something twists in my chest. Curiosity. A spark of challenge. ‎ ‎People like him aren’t supposed to fall.

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

Heat shot viciously through me as he ground against my core, slow and torturing. I found myself desperate and breathless as he started to dry-hump me through his jean, grinding against my cunt impossibly slowly and achingly. “Zayne…” my moan came as a very thin whisper. Jeremy fisted my hair, jerking my head back until my dazed eyes met his dark ones. Zayne tugged at my camisole while Jeremy slid his fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts. My body arched between them, betraying every thought of resistance.

She shouted tightening the hold on the knot of her bathrobe. " You are here baby girl. Oh God thank you so much! By the way, you are looking so----- "Just get the hell out of my room." She yelled again "Why should I go out of here, this is my room too." He said calmly. "What do you mean?" She asked, confused "WE ARE ROOMMATES, BABY GIRL." ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl.

Tell me how bad you want it. I forced a third finger in, the stretch sharper now, the burn turning into a deep ache. I spread them slowly, feeling myself open up. My cock dripped steadily, my balls heavy and tight. I typed with one hand, the other still buried inside me. DomCraver: Please, Sir. I need your cock in me. Fuck me hard, fill me up and own this ass. But all of a sudden, the dots that showed that he was online disappeared, then appeared, then disappeared again, no reply followed.