Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

I followed behind him. We stepped into the house and an aged man and a young lady in a maid dress came to welcome us. "Welcome home, boss Luca" the man greeted and bowed. The lady just bowed. "Dante, Alice" he called out. "This is Boss Antonio's new wife, Ma'am Gemma Romano" They bowed to me after Luca introduced me. "They work for me. Dante is like an uncle to me. Alice is a sweet girl too but she's deaf and dumb and only communicates through signs. She's in charge of keeping the house clean and also very good with guns. She's a skilled shooter" Luca informed me.

The taste of latex mixed with the salty tang of his cum hit my tongue, and I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm. So good.” Damon groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth, cleaning him off. I hollowed my cheeks, swallowing every last drop, my throat working around him. When I pulled back, his cock was glistening, clean, his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured, pulling me to my feet. “We’re both going to hell.” I grinned, pressing a kiss to his chest. “But what a way to go.”

The group of people charged at Cameron. After Daisie finished her call with Waylon, she put her phone away and walked into the building. When she raised her head, she saw that Cameron had already defeated all of the people. She covered her face and shook her head. This was exactly what she was afraid would happen, and now it seemed to her that they were in big trouble. The group of cocky people had all fallen to the ground, writhing and wailing in pain. Cameron picked Conroy up from the ground.

Talen smiled with appreciation of the evidence of attentiveness in this lover to Aislen’s needs. “Yeah,” Cameron’s face was pulled back in a grimace. “Oh, yeah.” Aislen lifted her mouth to Rhett’s, her fingers of one hand buried into his hair, the other blanching the skin on Cameron’s thigh as she came, both men crying out as they followed, and Cameron sliding from the top of the pile clumsily, causing Rhett to groan his protest. “Oh, f-k, gentle, Cam.” “Sorry,” Cam lay on his back panting like a beached fish.

Who knew getting someone out of jail for assault and battery took 4 hours (and a few thousand dollars on the side, but no one needed to know that). I parked the car in our garage next to Ava’s yellow mclaren and just as we were about to head to the main living room, we were ambushed by the two devils themselves. And just as I predicted they immediately started fussing, checking us over for any injuries or bullet wounds. “We’re both fine so stop for fuck’s sake,” I was getting seriously annoyed now and when I was annoyed, I was in the mood to either drink till I forgot my name or go shoot at something.

“I’m not trying to wash you off, Damien. I’m only cleaning the dirt you left on me.” Neva returned quickly with a clean white cloth. She placed it in Calla’s hand. “Thank you,” Calla said calmly. She began to wipe her fingers, slow and careful, the blood smearing onto the cloth. Her face was calm, but her eyes still burned with fire. Damien groaned. “You think wiping your hands makes you clean? You’re filth now. Just like me.” Calla finished cleaning her hands and dropped the dirty cloth on the floor. She leaned close, her voice low and sharp. “No, Damien. The filth stays with you. I’ll never carry it again.”

he frowned in disappointment and pressed his nose closer to her, breathing in with determination. “Thanks, I guess,” Aislen draped her forearm over her face. “I feel like the scratch and sniff wallpaper in the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory. Do you absolutely mind? That’s too close to the money maker unless you’re planning on playing with it, and it’s just been thoroughly played with and needs a break right now.” “Sorry,” Cameron was not contrite, stretching himself out along her side and propping his head up on his elbow, grinning down at her. “But you do smell really good. Of Heath, and Rhett, lube and cum, and Aislen…”

“We’re prisoners here and we haven’t quite worked out what to do about it. We were actually waiting for August to bring you back – they told us he was going to get you.” “August got gotten instead,” Aislen replied smugly. “F-k Aislen,” Cameron released his c-ck to run his hands through his hair, forgetting about his modesty. Rhett stood up. “What’s she saying?” He asked Cameron. His dark hair was plastered to his face with water, and the skin was pinked. Both men were clean shaven, and their body hair trimmed – they had really taken advantage of the shower, she thought, feeling very grubby in comparison. But, f-k, the two of them dripping wet and flushed with the heat, was an amazing kick to

Daniel stared at the sea in silence, the golden waves reflecting in his deep black eyes. Jim smoothed out his chestnut hair which had been tousled by the sea breeze and said, "I want to make a bet with someone. I bet that the little thing in Valery's belly is not yours." He made his tone sound deliberately casual, as if he was just making a joke. Daniel picked up the glass of champagne on the table and took a sip. "Aren't you afraid of losing?" A wicked smile appeared on Jim's face, as he slowly approached Daniel from behind. He put his slender fingers on Daniel's shoulder, pressed his chest to his back and said, "You'd feel very uncomfortable if a woman touched you like this. How could you

“Look at the front row. They’re so wet for you. Half of them wishing they were the ones stuffed full right now.” I look at the faces blurred by lights, and something hot and filthy twists low in my belly. “Come,” Dante says, voice calm and absolute. “Right now. On both of us. Let them watch you break.” It hits like a wave that started in my spine. My whole body locks, then jerks. I come hard enough that my vision whites out at the edges, pussy and ass clamping down in messy, helpless pulses. Kael curses into my neck. Dante’s hips stutter.