Carter Reynolds Dirty Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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.

she squeals and pushes me away. I laugh and give her a shirt so she can go to her room to get dressed. When I walk out a few minutes later, the boys are back looking much better than they have in months. “Nice mark,” Anderson smirks. “Should we wait for ‘Mom’ or will you two meet us down there?” “I don’t think she wants you to call her ‘Mom,’” I tell them. Carter narrows his eyes at me and shakes his head before walking away. “Carter has a kink,” Finley smirks. “He likes to be called Daddy and to call his lovers Mommy.”

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

Matthew's First-Person POV Evelyn Carter said, "I lost a game back at the bar, so I just picked some random guy to do the dare with. I didn't expect him to be this easy to fool. I pretended to be blind and stayed with him for a whole year, and he actually believed it without question." Lewis Ross pressed on with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Don't you ever get bored having to keep this up for so long?" Evelyn fell silent for a moment.

I rolled my eyes the second I opened the door and got down from the car, holding back the urge to look up or glare at the retreating car. Everyone knew how obsessed Arthur Hayes was with basketball. It was a sick, controlling fixation. If he wasn't so damn obsessed with the sport, I would probably be playing football or fencing right now, my mom's favorite sports. But everything changed after he got into his accident. The moment his own athletic career ended, he made sure I and my senior brother followed in his footsteps, living out his ruined legacy. Richard was already a champion, a perfect puppet who successfully took over his companies and did everything the old man demanded. I was the o

My lungs suddenly forgot how to function properly. "Ree," the old nickname sounded completely different this time. It wasn't playful, and it wasn't teasing. It was almost painful. The awareness between us snapped tight like a rope pulled too far. Too hard. Neither of us looked away. Neither of us moved a single inch. My gaze dropped to his mouth. Cain made a rough, gravelly sound deep in his chest. Then his restraint finally broke.

Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it. Maybe it wasn’t his. Maybe it was one of his hookups and it got mixed up in his stuff. But then I remembered the way he’d roughly gripped my head. Carter hadn’t just been testing the waters; he dove in head first. I swallowed the lump in my throat and threw the book under his bed. If he was reading stuff like this, maybe he wasn’t as straight as he wanted everyone to think. A fantasy of Noah moaning quietly as he rubbed his dick while reading his dirty fiction flashed in my head and I let out a curse, my dick bumping against my zipper.

Aiden's breath grew ragged, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered obscenities that sent bolts of pleasure straight to her core. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their heartbeats echoing through the room like a primal drum. The wall creaked under the force of their passion, but neither cared. All that mattered was the intense connection that bound them together, the raw, animalistic need that consumed them both. Ashley's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt the first waves of climax begin to build.