Carrie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ryan’s POV It's not news that Cara is a fan, not just any fan but someone who wants to be close. The kind of closeness that would lead to pulling of each other's clothes and moaning of incoherent words. But she's not my type of girl. A girl who sleeps with different guys in campus restrooms, has no control over herself. Maybe I would have to visit her to just get off my back and stay away from anything that concerns her sister, Elena, and me.

"Yeah, this is where you come in. Amusingly enough, Carrie wants to try to set us up together. With her as a third." "A threesome? Menage a trois? An FFM?" That astounded me. I wasn't sure where we were headed, but it wasn't there. "Did she think it through that she's suggesting incest between father and daughter?" She laughed. "Yes, however you want to put it. I was thinking that it might be hot doing a little roleplaying." I threw my hands up. "But as a fake thing, okay, but nothing permanent. No relationship. Just sex." She nodded.

I laughed hearing her question. "Like a figment of some horny soccer mom's imagination." Now it was her turn to laugh. "You're kidding?" She said. "That good-looking?" "Yep." "You need to send me a picture." I hummed. "I ‘Il work on it, but for now you'll have to take my word for it." "Does he have a brother you would want to set me up with?" She asked laughing. My eyebrows furrowed. "Carrie?" She asked when I didn't say anything.

"All I want you to do is give Ares a chance. If.. something bad happens to you and Ares, we will stop trying to set you up with people and we will stop forcing you to have someone." "Carrie.." "A chance.. one chance is enough. A real one please." Carrie said and I looked at my cake blankly. I waved my fork and turned to Carrie again. "I know where this will end, Carrie. Do you want to see me breaking down again?" I asked her and she nodded. "You're such a b*tch." I hissed coldly and she smirked. She suddenly got up again from her chair and pulled me into my room. She opened my closet and took out my favorite grey bodycon dress.

Or would you like to be bold and have me take you on this beautiful Italian rug, coloured with the birds of paradise. Carrie glanced the rug. She was throbbing with desire and had been all through limch. She didn’t know what on earth had come over her. She was scared, and yet excited beyond her wildest dreams. But she was hurt too. Hurt that the two men she cared for most were treating her like this. 'It's just... I don’t know how . . .’ She looked up at him, desperate for some help.

And second, just like every other girl at school, she had a crush on my oldest brother, Lance, the future alpha. Carrie was beautiful. Not just regular pretty, but the kind of pretty that made people stare. Her hair was perfect—Cindy Crawford-level perfect. And I knew from the moment she asked that letting her into the packhouse was a terrible idea. She was exactly the type of girl who would go after my brother, and my brother wasn’t exactly known for turning down pretty girls. Neither of them were, really, but thankfully, Gabe was away at college, so at least I didn’t have to worry about him. Still, I gave in. I think she may have bribed me with an invite to a senior party. Not that I’d eve

But I quickly found a way to tear the material apart until I could see all of her bareness which did not hide how greatly aroused it had become. I smiled at that sight as though I was a king about to feats and began to imagine the things I would do to make sure Carrie forgets how to walk for a good number of seconds. I was already inching my lips close to the summoning web of juices when Carrie kneaded my hair. “Hmm…” My thick breath did not spare her clit when I used the contact she initiated to move closer to her pulsing pussy folds. “You love this, don’t you?” “Wh-What?” The words coming out of her mouth were getting unstable. That was a sign that my mission was close to being fulfilled.

“Please…” “There,” Carrie murmured, stepping back to examine her work. “Now you don’t have to be Rios. You and I are going to have so much fun.” She giggled like a teenage girl as Rios felt the satisfying sting in his body and Carrie’s wet mouth wrapped around his erection.

Sheila was totally different, she was exactly what she seemed and Carrie knew she was being foolish by continuing to see Sheila outside the office because it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation to kiss Sheila, to stroke her hand and see where that lead. Carrie's heart pounded as she considered doing those things. Kissing Sheila had become a constant fantasy and while she knew she wanted to do much more she just had no idea of what that might entail. She considered watching some girl on girl p**n just to see but she didn't. She didn't want to watch two women pretending to be really hot for each other. It was weird and she was afraid it would put her off. She didn't want to

What’s all this passion for? Carrie hummed a low growl like a dog in heat, getting all pissed. She ran a finger under her chin as she fought for my soda can. "You know that pale skin, dark-haired guy is also going to be there," she said. “Which guy?” I averted my gaze, suspicious that I’d been caught. "Who are you talking about?" ”Kid me not, woman,” she chided, “I know the way you look at him. Something is definitely fishy. Do you know him or something?”