Romans & histoires Carter Reynolds Dirty Fanfiction

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.

And then, a sleek black car pulled up beside her, stopping with a smooth, effortless glide beside her like the person had been waiting for a chance to get her alone. The tinted window rolled down, and a man stepped out. He was tall, powerfully built. His suit was tailored to perfection, black on black, as sharp as a blade. But it wasn’t the wealth that made Scarlett’s breath hitch. It was his face, the face of the man she had considered an enemy for years. He had piercing eyes that were cool and unreadable. The smirk on his face was a smirk that belonged to a man who feared nothing. Adrian Carter.

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.

His fingers moved fast as he parted my legs with his knee I cursed loudly against him, my fingers scratching against his back as I rode his hands When I finally calmed down, my breath heavy against him, I slumped back against the bed, my muscles weak from the high of it Adrian placed a kiss on my lips "Don't get tired now, Mrs. Carter, we're just getting started"

His eyes dared me to stay silent. “She’s fine,” Carter replied. “We’re just talking about the family trip next month. She stepped out to the balcony for some air. Want me to tell her to head back?” “Yeah, thanks. Love you guys.” The call ended. I let out a shaky breath, but Carter immediately started thrusting harder from below. The risk made my pussy clench around him. “You’re so fucking dirty,” he growled. “Getting fucked by me while talking to your husband. My good little slut.”

"You're not sorry because you were wrong. You're sorry because you have no way out. I won't save you. Just remember your own greed brought you here." With that, I stepped aside, openly disgusted. Elijah broke down hysterically. "Mr. Quinlan, you can't kill me! I'm your future brother-in-law!" Harry tugged at the corner of his mouth, a smile that held no warmth. "I'm infertile. You thought your sister could bring in some bastard child and convince me it's mine? That's pure fantasy." Hearing this, Elijah fell into despair, collapsing onto the ground. Maya was even worse. Cornered by fear and hopelessness, she wetted herself.

“Excuse me?” “Look honey, I get it. I would be angry too if I got dumped and humiliated for a hotter, less nerdy version. But vandalizing his car? That's insane, sweetheart,” Avery said with fake sympathy. She's really the b-word. “Child, I know you not talking about yourself with those messed up attachments,” Selene replied, ready to fight. “Selene,” I hissed because I wasn't trying to get detention. Knowing Selene, she would fight Avery, Mason, and the entire football team.

I've sculpted a character based on my boss, Jacob Carter, in my smutty novel. Jacob, who's a cold, distant, and stern man in reality, is reduced to a lovesick simp in my novel. Apparently, he's maddeningly in love with me there. But when I tender my resignation letter later on, Jacob rips it into shreds before cornering me. "Oh? Are you planning to leave now that you've finished writing that novel of yours? How dare you discard me as soon as you're done with me! What am I, a cheap escort?"

I knew Carter might as well simply drown himself in sex to forget how his brother took his betrothed from him, but this just felt like going back into the past. As I walked down the hallway, away from the party, I searched for a bathroom. The drinks were getting to me, and I wanted to hurry—I had two blondes waiting for me to take them somewhere quieter so they could take good care of me. But as I walked, I heard moaning. My ears perked up at the sound, and a smile spread across my lips as I retraced my steps. I noticed a door slightly ajar and peeked inside the living room, but I couldn’t see much at first. I pushed the door more open, only to notice Carter on one of the couches, fucking a