Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

“You will have to go and get the correct uniform on.” I nod. “Okay.” I turn my attention back to Cameron as I watch him down on the level below, talking to a girl as she gets his drink. He listens attentively to something she says and then he smiles sexily before he falls into the large, leather chair and makes himself comfortable as he waits for his private dance. Asshole. I’m raging mad. I couldn’t see him tonight, so he comes here to fuck an Escape girl on the sly. Oh, he’s something else.

*Can't wait to feel this monster split me,* the thought made her moan around him, vibrations drawing a hiss from Darius. He pulled her off gently after minutes of worship, cock glistening with her spit, strings connecting her lips to the tip. "Clothes off. Wanna see what I'm ruining." Jane scrambled up, peeling away tank and panties in a frenzy, the air cool on her flushed skin. Naked, she backed to the bed, sprawling on the sagging mattress, sheets smelling faintly of bleach and past fucks. Legs spread wide, knees to chest, she presented herself—pussy lips puffy and pink, hole winking slickly, clit begging. Darius loomed, shedding his shirt to reveal chiseled abs, then climbed over her, coc

I might not see the sunlight if he sees me now. I dial his number, and within a few rings, his deep voice comes through the phone. "Yes, Summer." Like a silent growl that sends shocks down my spine, my nipples hardening with the cold night air. "Can you come pick me up, please?" I said, biting down on my lips like he could see me. "Where are you?" he answered softly. "At Dollhiks Club," I mumbled, wondering if he made out the words I barely whispered out.

He lay there on his side, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath after the intense pounding. I sat up on the edge of the bed, my knees still shaking and my chest heaving. As I looked down, my jaw dropped. Thick, white streams of my fresh come were already leaking out of his open, stretched asshole, dripping slowly down his thigh and forming a wet puddle on the cold floor beneath him. "Fuck," Cameron muttered into the floor. "That was so good."

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

Now, he nuzzles into the puddle of cum on Dallas’s stomach, licking and kissing at the skin as he twists his fist around his own cock. “Alpha,” he moans, face squished against Dallas’s cock again. It’s soft and comforting, and he loves the musky smell of it right now. “You’re gonna come again, baby?” Dallas notices. “You’re already so messy; you’re gonna get even messier.” “I know,” he whimpers. “I can’t help it.” . . TBC ~~don’t forget to leave a gem~~

“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.

It was quite funny to look at Cameron undressed, he thought though didn’t say as in his current mood Cameron wouldn’t get the grim humor behind Rhett’s amusement, but it was like the farmer’s tan in blood – where Cameron’s skin had been exposed by his clothing, it was washed red with blood, and undressed there were tan-lines where the blood was and where the cloth had kept it from him. “Shit,” Rhett realized that if Cameron was that gory, then he was probably worse, and looked up at where he’d been holding onto the door frame to see he’d left a rusty-looking stain on the paintwork. “Fucking hell.” He stepped in and began to strip off. “I think these clothes are straight to the bin, don’t you

Heath explained. “Ah, f-k, I would have been in on that, I’ve been f-king horny all morning after watching you get blown in the backseat,” Rhett complained. His eyes brightened as he slid a sidelong look at Heath and raised his eyebrows. “Wanna ditch and do dirty things?” Heath laughed under his breath. “Yeah, I do,” he replied. “We should find Cameron and our slut, though. She needs to be broken in.” “There’s Cameron,” Rhett grinned. “Hey!”

THREAD : CAMERON IS WHIPPED AND SO IS DOMINIC, BUT IN TOTALLY DIFFERENT WAYS @cammmmon GUYS GUYS THIS IS SO FUCKING BIG WTF @cammmmon OMG DID YOU ALL SEE THE LYRICS-IN-PROCESS // THE POEMS CAMERON POSTED OMG IM ALL SHSJSKSL @cammmmon I HAVE A FRIEND WHO WENT TO MUMBAI AND IS THERE CURRENTLY AND SHE SAW CAMERON AND THEY EVEN TOOK A SELFIE AND I CANT SHARE IT BECAUSE OF PRIVACY REASONS