Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

The Camry was now jolting violently with each firm thrust. I had half a mind to yank the door open and beat the shit out of Neil. But part of me knew that Cass had intentionally set this up so I could find them like this. And she had implied that she liked getting 'used' for lack of a better term. Though with the scene in front of me I couldn't help but think 'used' was the better term.

, Willow says with concern in her expression. Cammie’s eyes are threatening tears again, “that can’t be!” She exclaims, “why would he, or any man want me after what’s been done to me? I’m hideous!” Willow’s mouth open wide with the shock of what’s she’s just heard. “What do you mean your hideous! You are a beautiful young woman! Any man would be damn lucky to get a side look off of you!” Cammie shakes her head no, “I’ve been used and abused, I probably look awful down there,” she points to her lady-bits, “especially after I’ve been sewn back up”, she cries.

“Don’t worry, okay? It’s just a routine injury. A small boo-boo, and we can fix it.” Her lips trembled. “We can?” I smiled and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Of course we can.” She stepped back with her eyes still on me, the hope in them hitting harder than I expected. I rushed toward the bed. Carter Maddox, six-foot-something of raw muscle and record-breaking passes, was pale and drenched in sweat. His eyes fluttered open for a second. “Need sugar…” he murmured, voice so thin I barely caught it.

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.

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.

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 unlocked my phone, I clicked on Alex's pictures, a picture of him shirtless in the gym. Mmmm..I moaned softly as my fingers moved from my lap to my inner thighs,from my inner thighs to my cunt. I rubbed my cunt in a circular motion without taking my eyes off my phone screen. "Yes.. Alex...I am fucking wet for you, you like that pussy? Oh fuck..." I moaned almost whispering "Yes… Alex." I imagined him watching her. "You like the sound of that?" I felt gush of liquid dripping down. I fingered my wet pussy with my 2 fingers deep inside.