Carter Reynolds Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*Caroline* While blotting my dress with napkins that Jess pushed into my hands, I take in our group and see Connor Dimpleshitz, Margo’s man. He’s chatting with some of his nerd friends, and I say that because out of the four guys, three wear identical Regional Chess Champions shirts. Digging up resolve, I flash a big pretend smile. Fresh guys—I can get behind that. They check me out with a bit of fascinated wariness, and I almost claw and purr at them, but my heart isn’t invested. Pre Noah Stark Caroline would have. She was outgoing and always ready to party, but she hasn’t reared up yet. She might have teased them for their matching shirts or enjoyed a long conversation about the intellectu

It felt right, like we were destinated to be together. Gray licked the corner of my mouth and brought his lips down my neck. He nibbled my collarbone, sucking on it, and successfully won a husky groan from me. I threw my head to the back and panted. God, I wanted him to rip my dress apart, wrap my legs around his waist and slam himself into my body— “Regina…” I heard a low moan escaping his lips. And that snapped me back to reality. Right. I was Regina Gibbons, the sister of Gibbons. We were blood. This was…This was sick and twisted.

He pulled out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked out of my swollen pussy. Then he gathered me into his arms, holding me close as I trembled with aftershocks. “Next time,” he murmured against my hair, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. And you’re going to call me Daddy the entire time.” I shivered in his arms, already knowing I would. Because shy, timid Riley had just been thoroughly ruined by her professor. And I couldn’t wait for more.

My stomach twisted hard. Yesterday flashed in my mind. That groan. My name on his lips while he touched himself in the shower. My fingers between my legs after, cumming so hard I saw stars. I was still sore from how intense it had been. And now he was here, looking stupidly hot in a dark button-down, sleeves rolled up to show those forearms. Salt-and-pepper stubble perfect as always. I forced my eyes away. Do not stare, Ava. "Ava Carter! Oh my god, is that you?"

he gasps, fingers reaching for something, finding nothing, he settles for holding my arm instead. And from there on, it’s out of my control. Every stroke is a bid to mark his insides, however frustrating it is that I’m not touching his insides like I want to, to feel around him bare. A deep, “Fuck,” falls out of me at the thought. I wish my results were out. I’d wait for them to come out. I’d never put him at risk like that. He rocks into me. “You’re mine, Carson Bitters. All mine.”

He crouched to straighten Adrian's clothes. "Dad, will you make up with her?" Adrian glanced at Lauren. Carter looked over, too. A second later, he frowned. "Your old man isn't going to fall into the same ditch three times." Adrian didn't know what to say. Indeed, it would be the third time. "Behold my cotton candy attack!" Carter's vision suddenly went dark. Then, his face felt hot and sticky. It smelled sweet, too. Lauren kicked him square in the lower back. "And why didn't those falls kill you?"

My legs were shaking already. “Thank you,” I moaned loudly. “Thank you for fucking me with your big older cock, Mr. Carter.” The other men watched, stroking themselves and praising me. “Look at this 22-year-old taking cock like a pro,” Mr. Reynolds said proudly. Mr. Carter fucked me for several minutes before pulling out. Mr. Reynolds took his turn, sliding into me smoothly. He felt familiar and perfect. He reached around and played with my breasts while fucking me, pinching my nipples hard.

His hand gripped the handle of his bike but his eyes never left hers, "You could have written about anyone, but you wrote about me," "Cuz you're popular and everything. I thought we already talked about this," She mumbled the last part. "I told you I ain't letting you off the hook that easily, McIntyre, so now you have another two options," "Kaelen-" He grinned, "You keep pretending it's all fiction, or...," He stepped closer till she had to look up to see his face, his tall figure now looming over her. She could now feel the heat of him, and his voice was a smooth rasp, "I make those fantasies come true. Every naughty, crazy thing you dreamt of, you wrote down. I could really have you under

She felt entirely too exposed like he could see through fabric, skin, bone, right down to the mess she’d become in his absence. “Shame,” he repeated, his eyes still dragging down her body like a slow drag of smoke. “I would’ve liked to say hi to your father.” She crossed her arms, more out of instinct than modesty. “He’ll be home any minute.” Ryan didn’t move. “So I’ve got a minute then.” The skies above rumbled, a heavy growl of thunder echoing through the air. The wind picked up, rustling the trees lining the Carter driveway. A moment later, raindrops began to tap against the windows, a quiet prelude to the storm brewing between them.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.