Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

“This is where I belong, deep inside of you, is it not?” Dirty talk—my weakness. I can’t help but moan louder while clinging to his muscular body as he comes down. My fingers dig into his skin, or at least try to. He is hard all over, and I moan again. I want to touch him everywhere and make him feel as crazy as he is making me feel, but all I can do is wrap my legs around him and let him fuck me harder. I’m a total mess. Dallas thrusts into me, and I cry out. It feels amazing, but to my surprise, Dallas hushes me this time.

He looked down at me, at the filthy state I was in and his eyes darkened with something between pride and obsession. “Fuck, Camilla,” he murmured, voice rough. “Look at you. My messy little fox.” I grinned wickedly, dragging the back of my hand across my lips, smearing his cum down to my chest on purpose. The sticky trail glistened on my skin as I leaned back on my heels, flashing him a deliberately dirty smile. Rhys stared at me like he wanted to ruin me all over again. His cock still hard, still glistening from my mouth twitched at the sight.

Marcus choked her from behind while Damien rubbed her clit fast and rough. “Such a perfect little cum dump,” Marcus groaned in her ear. “Taking two Daddy cocks at the same time. You were made for this.” She came violently, squirting all over Marcus’s lap and the rug, body shaking uncontrollably. They kept thrusting through it, harder, filthier. “Again,” Damien demanded, slapping her clit. “Come like the dirty girl you are.” Jenna screamed and squirted a second time, tears running down her flushed cheeks.

His hands shook so badly he almost dropped the gun. He came up behind Dante just as falcone was pinned down behind the overturned couch. Dante’s back was exposed, wide open. Cedric raised the gun. His finger rested on the trigger. Dante turned slowly, smiling like a shark. “You won’t shoot me.” Cedric’s hands trembled. “Try me, you piece of shit.” Dante laughed, low and mocking. “falcone never told you the rest, did he? About your mother’s new job? About the clinic? About who really owns the debt?”

My eyes were rimmed with tears, turning glossy as I looked up to Cameron. 'Someone apart from Lisa was finally standing up for me. His name is Cameron.' I thought to myself, my heart warming up as he retorted and stood up for me without holding back. He kept on giving me more reasons to think so well about him, but his next words were unexpected cause my jaw instantly dropped open. "Stop trying to ruin her image here on Campus like you are any better than a prostitute who is willing to do anything just to get in bed with the Biker Badboy, Aleric Dolce," Cameron said with a sneer.

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

Callan said with a smirk. She almost blurted out that she wanted them to fuck her, to dominate her body but she didn't know if she was ready yet. Ignoring her thoughts, she leaned her head on Callan's chest tiredly, her breaths still ragged. Cameron left the living room almost making her panic, she thought maybe he was beginning to regret what they did. She sighed in relief when he came back five seconds later with a wet towel. She blushed a deep shade of red, as Cameron went down on his knees and cleaned her down… there. He wiped her pussy with care making her almost swoon.

Cami knocked on the bathroom door. "I'm about to get out." What was Dylan thinking now? When I came out Cami was gone. There are pants and a T-shirt. Damn! No underwear! "Dylan? Dylaaaaaaaaaaaan. Please give me underwear." I called Dylan. "What? That's dirty!" Dylan screamed. "Well, I know you have a lot of underwear you haven't used yet." "Damn you, useless fella!" I went back inside Cami's room. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" Cami shouted, panicking.