Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

RYDER Fuck. “That … that is Jax, oh my God!” Dallas gasped in horror, her voice cracking as she bolted upright. My gut twisted. I’d hoped for at least an hour of soft aftermath, maybe round four with her wrapped around me in the shower, her whispering my name all sweet and spent. But that dream just got murdered by a single knock. This was supposed to be my one real chance to have her again without the bullshit, and now it looked like I’d never get another.

A different 'Runner' poised. "Unbutton a button, or two, and smile," Pamela counseled. "That should do the trick. Cáel's not complicated." "I mean...with other men?" she clarified. "He's not the jealous type either. Knock yourself out," Pamela filled in for me nicely. The rest of the discussion was muffled by my entry into the shower. Cameron was halfway through her shampoo. Her calf and thigh caressing my thigh told me my intrusion was just fine. (Late Night Dancing and then Some)

“Oh, my God! This is not easy! Not easy! But I believe you’ll come back as a new woman.” Suddenly, Cameron’s eyes changed. There was a different feeling in her eyes. There was something Haley had never seen in her. “He’ll pay for what he did. Diego will pay for what he did to me. I swear.” A rebellious tear fell down. Haley made a gesture. She couldn’t make her think otherwise. Cameron’s heart had filled with remorse. 9TH STREET. WEST DOWN.