Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

the voice replied. "What are you trying to impress someone special ? Oooo someone's in love" Jake joked back. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up, at least I---" the familiar voice was cut off when the door opened to reveal.. Cameron, wearing nothing but cut off gray sweatpants, sweat glistening down his chest, along his abs and his hair damp sticking up in odd places due to his running his hand through his hair. A woodsy, earthy smell was radiating off him and Olivia breathed in deeply, hmmm she will never get tired of smelling it. he must have come back from a run in the woods because he was dirty and had leaves in his hair.

“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.

“Look at how easily you take all of me. You were born to ride this dick.” “Shut up... just shut up, Mateo!” I whimpered out, my chest heaving rapidly as my heavy, bare breasts bounced with every downward plunge. “You like being my dirty little secret, don't you?” he sneered playfully, his hips thrusting upward to meet my downward weight, driving his head straight into my sweet spot over and over. “You like knowing that while she’s across the hall sleeping, her daughter is up here working my dick like a fucking pro.”

I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Kayla! Don't play dumb with me," Joan hissed, leaning in close. "I’ve been patient with you because of the surgery, but give me the tea. You and the boss? The news? The Vances? It’s like a soap opera and I need to know everything." Before I could answer, Cameron walked through the front doors, holding his morning coffee. He spotted us and joined in immediately. "Are we talking about the power couple of the century?" Cameron asked with a grin. "Kayla, my man Damien is out here moving mountains for you. I saw him in the hallway yesterday and he actually looked... happy. It was terrifying."

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?”

Fully knowing my whole body, he asks, “how wet are you right now, Madame President?” Fuck. Nothing will top the way he asks me that filthy question while addressing me as my formal title. He makes it all dirty, forbidden, and dangerous. He is creating this game for me to have all my anticipation begging for him. I never felt dirtier in my life and I love it. I look at him, never backing down. “So much and we both know whose fault is that.” He chuckles, but his eyes are already darker for need to devour me. Oh to have this man do the begging…

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.

“Ever since our mate came here, you don't treat her like you care for her! She gave you all the time in the world! You don't f-cking deserve her, asshole!” “And you think you do?” Cameron asked, laughing sadistically. “If she knows all the dark things you do, all the people you've killed, you wouldn't be standing here saying this to me! She doesn't have a clue of how really cold hearted we both are, but you make me out to be the bad guy! When you know you aren't any better than I am!” Cameron growled as he spat out blood from his cut lips.