Novel & Cerita Carter Reynolds Dirty Fanfiction

Jordan Miller ~•~ "You what?" Cathy exclaimed, being the dramatic person she has always been. Alessandro should've asked her why she wasn't into acting, not me. I laughed. "Don't make me repeat it." "You legit sucked his dick?" I rolled my eyes. She'd been repeating it because she refused to believe that I could actually do it. At this point, I was sure that her roommate who was in her room would've heard it too. "I'm serious. I need to pass this course somehow, don't I?"

Every touch of Elion’s fingers made Cale’s breath hitch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Elion kept repeating like a mantra. "Just... finish," Cale grunted. Elion got the pants on. He grabbed the grey cardigan. "Shirt?" Cale asked. "No time. Cardigan is softer." He pulled the cardigan onto Cale’s arms. "Okay. Walking time." Elion hauled Cale up. Cale screamed. His legs buckled. "Stand up!" Elion shouted, holding him up by the waist. "Stand up, Cale! You are the Reaper! You don't fall!"

Carter/Cole releases a howl so load and powerful I hear others around the pack lands howl too. “Fuck” I scream being rocked by a powerful orgasm. Light floods from my body in a glow so bright its blinding. My nails dig into his back as he continues to leave mark and brutally thrust into me as if wanting to split me in half. His cock erupts, sending his seed into my clenching walls. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” he breaths as he comes to a slow halt after a few shallow thrust. Applause sound around us and we both franticly turn. “Bravo” Wren says leaning against the railing of the top floor looking down on us. Carter growls and tries to shield me from my brothers heated gaze.

Gray takes the photo and left *11:03 AM.* First buy clears. 0.4% of Carter Holdings through Ash Holdings LLC, Delaware. Ash. Because that’s what Elias will have left. Because that’s what Rubben’s living room looks like after she left. I have feeds in there too. He didn’t sleep. He sat on the floor with her shirt in his hands and a gun on the table, staring at the wall like he could burn it down with his eyes. He didn’t. Men like him internalize fire. They don’t release it. They become it.

I dressed quickly. He glanced back, and I caught his stupid forest-green eyes. "I never. Ever. Want to see you again, Lexter Gray." He rose—tall glass of arrogance and Tattoos—gliding toward me. "Oh, no..." He clutched his chest dramatically. "Whatever will I do? I'll definitely perish if I don't see your face again, Sloane Carter." "Fuck you." "You already tried. Remember?" I didn't even realize my hand was moving until it was halfway to his face.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Damn, it’s hard not to touch her. Ryan stops writing. She lets my hand drop and steps back. I glance down at my hand and then back up to her face. “What’s this?” “Another way to get to know me,” she says and leaves the room. I hear the bell ring when she opens the door. I look down at my hand and see a phone number. Hot damn! ------- Ryan Holy shit! Holy SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Did I seriously just do that? I just gave Carter Moore my phone number! I am hyperventilating. I speed walk over to my friends, but hear Carter calling my name.

Her whole body stiffened up and her breath caught. “Relax.” Carter nuzzled the curve of her shoulder. “It might hurt at first. But don’t fight me, let me all the way in. Don’t clench.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her hole, getting her ready to accept more. To take it all. “It feels dirty, doesn’t it?” “Yes.” “Raunchy, nasty, and wrong.” “Yes.” “But you still want it, don’t you?” “God, yes.”

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him