Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

I teased when something changed into his expression, his eyes darkened and before I know it, I was sitting on the dressing with Cameron standing between my legs and my breasts groped in his palms. "You shouldn't have said that, kitten. Now, I am going to show you what a real man can do, because trust me, you haven't been fucked by a real man until now." he whispers in my ear and bit on it "Remember, you were the one who asked for it. Now, brace yourself because things are about to get really dirty over here." "Then you are in for a luck, because I like dirty." I winked, my breathing uneven with need and desire to be ravished by this man.

“Really, really crappy.” “Hey,” Rhett seized on that small laugh and tried to build on it. “It’s the thought that counts, right?” “Aislen has her shit back together,” Cameron paused, his fly hanging undone, his feet bare, and his hair in disarray from having his fingers dragged through it. Rhett knew his mate had no idea just how fucking hot he looked despite the scowl on his face, or maybe because of it.

I want to take a step forward, but Aunt Eliza places a hand on my arm to stop me. “Hello, Handsome. What are you doing out here?” The brunette asks the moment she reaches Darius and Camus pushes forward to release a roar of disapproval. The women look at one another, but don’t seem to be intimidated by that show of displeasure. “Get the fuck away from me. Find your connection and stop being a tramp.” Camus growls through gritted teeth, while Cyran is trying to take over from Daxton. “Who says that I am not your connection?” The brunette asks while looking him up and down with a lust-filled look.

I was holding my breath before I was looking at Cameron and I can say that he was distressed. “Ella, no!” He shouted. I bent over him and I was throwing up my stomach as he was grunting at me. I was pushing all the content of my stomach as I was trying not to embarrass myself with Cameron on my sight. Well, I guess that ship has sailed now. Daisy Dyer’s POV I was staring at Cameron who was trying to get Ella out of the dance floor before the familiar musky scent was behind me. “It seems that you were having fun on your own with your friend as the main course,” Dylan said as I turned to scowl at him.

From the dates, I just have about a month. I should take the job. I look up and Dalia’s still staring at Eros. It seemed as if the both of them is lost in their own world. Heated gazing, the sexual tension was just too much for me to bear. “Cut!” I hear Cameron shout in the distance. The fool.. maybe I should do everything I can to ruin this show. I’ll make sure everyone’s attention is taken away from the show. I will dig out the dirt on that bitch on ruin the entire series...

Swiftly, Pamela Miller left the room and went back to hers. 🍁🍁🍁 She was seated infront of the large mirror in the closet, she was cleaning up her makeup. It had been a long day at the office and she was tired, so tired that she was sluggishly cleaning her makeup. He stood by the closet door, watching her clean her makeup. He was angry, his heart was burning in anger and he was highly infuriated. He wished to walk up to her and slap her across the face, but he did not. He just stood there, staring.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

I'm going crazy damn it… damn you. He does go faster, stronger, and deeper… She becomes warmer, louder, tighter… “I’m coming… I should... should pull out… of you…” “NO! Stay... inside me... pleeeassse… don’t stop… just keep… going!” ”Damn it… damnit yes, I want to… come inside… you…” “Then do it! DO IT! I’M COMIIIING TOO!” ”AGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!” And he shoves himself completely into her, while she gets pinned between him and the wall…