Carter Reynolds Dirty Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I drooled, Heavily aroused and engrossed in my dirty imagination. I don't know what took over me, I jumped on innocent Finn and pinned my body against him by locking my legs behind. I kissed him deeply, he didn't even resist. Seemed like Finn understood the assignment, He knew I wanted him in me! ****** To Be Continued

CHAPTER ELEVEN — Scarlett’s POV The drive back to the mansion felt longer than usual. I sat quietly in the back seat, staring out of the window as the city slowly disappeared behind us. The contract I had signed refused to leave my mind, no matter how many times I told myself I had no choice, the words still echoed inside my head. Next week is the championship… Ryan Carter must not win. I closed my eyes tightly. My fingers curled into fists on my lap. I had signed my name, I had actually signed it.

“You know what? I don’t have to explain anything to you. What for? You already made your intentions clear.” Hugo shook his head at him. “I could live with raising another man’s child. Hell, it would have been the icing on the cake to have that idiot’s daughter calling me daddy,” Carter began with hostility. “But what I can’t live with is you being in love with him.” He tossed the diary to her. “Every time I fuck you, I’ll wonder if you’re thinking about him.” She’d rather die than sleep with Carter again. “How about you, Doc?” Carter asked. “I never thought I’d say this, but looks like you and me got the same problem. That damn Alec Peterson has been a thorn in both our sides.”

His noises flamed my lust. “Oh, shit!” Carter gasped as I abused his tender flesh to the point of bruising, marking what was mine with hickeys. Then I gradually moved closer to his needy hole. He just took a bath so I had no doubt he was clean. Plus, he smelled divine, a thick masculine scent that I didn’t only relish but was also jealous of. “Ryder” Carter sing-sang my name, dropping his head onto the mattress. I parted his cheeks and rubbed my thumb over his hole, tentatively sliding my tongue over his entrance.

Flynn was wholly focused on the men who were now roaming the same floor they were on. Carter, on the otherhand, was focusing on the rigid body of the man he was in love with. He swallowed, feeling every muscle Flynn had pressing against him. Closing his eyes, he laid one hand against Flynn's side. He touched bare skin where his shirt had ridden up in the escape attempt. He smiled to himself. A shuddering breath slipped from Carter's lips followed by a soft moan. He could feel himself getting hard under Flynn's body and needed to shift ever so slightly as it was growing uncomfortable.

I desperately want to touch myself, but can’t bring myself to do it. It’s like Cole is reading my mind because he reaches down and touches me. I moan loudly, letting go of my inhibitions as he slips two fingers into my warm cunt. He just leaves them there, but they feel so good. With the vibrator already stuffed inside me, the addition of Cole's fingers creates a deliciously full feeling. I grind my hips up against his thigh, desperate for some friction. He grabs my thin hip and holds me in place. “Not yet, dirty girl. This is still a punishment, remember?”

"This is our president, Madam Joan Foster of Raising East Group. She is also Mr. Carter's wife. Please enjoy yourselves, everyone. If you need anything, just ask, and we'll do everything we can to take care of his classmates." My classmates all reacted differently. Some looked delighted, while those who had harassed me just moments before turned pale. A few of my closest friends couldn't hold back their curiosity. "Ryan, is Joan Foster really your wife?" "Come on, the hotel manager showed him much respect, and the kid called him Daddy. He has to be Madam Joan's husband. That means he's that top lawyer in the capital!" "Wow, this is what real wealth looks like…" The classmates started whisper

Carter swallowed, imagining what that would feel like inside of him. What’s wrong with you Carter? He thought, catching himself. You’re a bookworm nerd who loves nice succulents and Earl Grey, why are you letting this guy turn you into such a slut. “Look at me,” Dallas commanded. But Carter turned his face away stubbornly, his jaw clenched tight. “Fuck you.” Dallas chuckled darkly, and Carter could feel the sound vibrating through his whole body. He began circling Carter’s hole with the head of his cock, teasing, pressing just enough to make Carter’s breath stutter and shake but not enough to give him what he needed.

I didn't think staying under the same roof as my mate would cause this much havoc within me. I feel myself getting aroused and I harden instantly. “What have you done to me, Ivy Carter?”

Carter, who was standing rigid, her cheeks still flushed, papers clutched to her chest. “Everything alright in here?” Mr. Daniels asked, frowning faintly. Mrs. Carter gave a quick nod. “Fine. P-Perfectly fine.” Matt stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, careful to shield his raging cock. He sent her one last look, a knowing, hungry smirk that made her knees weaken. “See you next detention, Mrs. Carter,” he said smoothly, and slipped out the door. He was back the next day, and she was determined not to give in to him, despite having touched herself last night, desperate to cum.