Cameron Dallas Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The ceremony has just wrapped, and we’re in that in-between moment where people are wandering around, champagne flutes half-empty, as the DJ tests the sound while the real party waits to begin. My fingers twitch around my glass. She sees me and smiles sheepishly, like she’s already imagining what I might do to her once I get her alone again. I swear the air leaves my lungs for a second when I see her cheeks start to redden. Damon leans in beside me. “You good?” He teases. “Fine,” I respond, eyes still locked on Hayley. She’s talking to someone now and nodding politely. But she keeps glancing at me like we have our own language. As if she remembers exactly how it felt when I had my mouth betw

She asked with worried eyes, looking each way. "Isn't that his fiance?" "What is she doing so far away from him?" "My word! She's drenched and stained with mud!" All around me, I could hear faint whispers all saying one thing or the other. Mama's death glare did not help matters in the slightest, she looked as though she might have a heart attack. "Mother, allow me this." I rashly told her, pulling away from her tight grip, without any fear whatsoever. I made my way through the crowd, taking off my heel with ease, glad that my feet could touch the cold tiles beneath them. My actions stunned the expectant spectators, Valeria in particular.

If Cameron wasn’t already achingly hard, his imagination would have crossed that for him. “Does it turn you on? I bet it does you dirty slut,” Cameron sent his jeans to his ankles, and he gripped his c-ck as he drew her closer, lining them up. “Kiss me, and suck on my tongue as if it were my c-ck,” he groaned as the head of his c-ck pressed within her wet, warm heat. She was slick from Heath’s come, and relaxed and warmed by his blond mate’s f-king, her body giving to Cameron easily.

Cameron released her shoulder finally and ran his tongue over his lips, chasing the spill of blood, before leaning over and licking around the wound, cleaning away the blood trails he had left on her skin. “I, Aislen Carter,” she started, and Cameron grinned. “Of Havermouth, and probably the Emissary of the Moon Goddess, or someone like that, take you, Cameron Edison, as my mate. I promise to…” She felt the tears bite as she met his eyes, and her smile was watery through them. “Always see you, as who you are, and always appreciate the wonderful, generous, kind-hearted, stupidly adorable puppy that you are. I love you.”

He needed to take a shower and calm his head down to enable him to prepare for business and the hectic day ahead of him tomorrow. GEMMA After kneeling a while after Antonio left and willing the excitement in my pussy to calm down, I finally stood up. I was still craving Antonio's dick in my pussy. I still hate him, I don't think I can stop hating him but weirdly, I love the evil things he does to me. I love how he fucks me and was even ready to try out new things with him. I never expected him to fuck me in my butt hole as it was too painful, but then I was being punished. But strangely, I want him to fuck me there again despite the pain.

It was the memory. ‎Every detail came rushing back the moment I opened my eyes. The red glow of the room. The sting of the crop. Damien’s voice commanding me to yield, his hands pulling me apart, his mouth swallowing every sound I made until I had nothing left. He had stripped me of everything I thought I could hide, until there was only raw need and the cruel mercy he gave me when he chose. ‎ ‎My body flushed hot beneath the sheets, shame curling with something darker. He had destroyed me and left me craving him in the same breath.

My spit ran down his shaft as I worked him messy and loud. After a while I slid off his face and kissed him deeply but slowly this time in order to share the filthy taste. "You taste like my ass," I whispered against his lips when we pulled back from the kiss. Damon chuckled darkly, the sound aroused me as he flipped us so he was now on top. "And you love it my greedy teammate." We made out rough again with hands everywhere and bodies grinding. The hate was still there under all of the lust spelling out, sharp and hot.

That little girl should have been dead by now, but for some odd reason, he hadn’t let anyone touch a strand of her hair. Rayven ran toward him, circling his legs. He almost bit Damon, but Damon was quick to kick the little cub, sending him crashing into the hard wall. The cub transformed into a young man who looked about Damon’s age. His black silk hair fell on both sides of his temples, and his black eyes glared at Damon. He rose to his full height, placing both hands on his slim waist. He was shirtless. "The last time I make a damn bet with Damon Alaric. I can’t believe you made me transform into a stupid cub and carried me like a weak, helpless animal," Rayven said, glaring at his heartle

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.