Novel & Cerita Connor Franta Dirty Fanfic

“Took three loads and still wants more. That’s my boy.” He finally pulled his cock out slow, inch by thick inch, until the fat head popped free with a loud, wet sound. A huge rush of his cum poured out of my gaping hole, thick white globs sliding down my balls and soaking the sheets even more. I whimpered at the empty feeling, my wrecked entrance twitching open in the morning light. Connor looked down at the mess he made and grinned. “Shit, look at that pretty pussy. All red and sloppy, dripping my nut like a cheap whore.”

"That senior? The one who's said to be the prettiest in her batch?" "Yeah, her," Seviah smirked. "She’s the only bitch who’s a regular at Fuck Alpha. Basically Alpha Connor’s exclusive cumslut." I, who was sipping my warm tea, suddenly choked. "Are you okay?" Juaney patted my back, concerned. "I'm fine," I coughed softly, trying to normalize my breathing while my mind spun wildly. Thania. The name felt painfully familiar. That night, when Connor and I had accidentally ended up fucking, he’d moaned someone else’s name right before he realized it was me beneath him—not the girl he had actually been thinking of

He was frowning down at her. Emma shook her head wildly, hating herself for tarnishing the moment. "You’re making me wait, Daniel. I hate waiting. You know that" she said. He laughed, then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, dipped his head and brashly caught one net covered nipple between his teeth. Emma cried out, the sensation almost too much to bear. Luckily, the intensity of her arousal pushed the fragile thoughts away. Arching her back, she chased after more and he responded, drawing her areola deeper into his mouth and flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. The dampness between her thighs intensified, leaving her slicker, hungrier.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Connor said disdainfully. Fiona was furious, and her hands were trembling. Connor sneered. "I'm doing this for your own good. After all, you are sick, aren't you?" "Her arm was only scratched a little. Alpha Connor, you don't have to be so ruthless. You have gone too far," Fiona stared at Connor and said. Connor glanced at her in disdain. His tone was icy cold. "A little? You hurt her, and it is unbearable enough for me. You got what you deserved. And you don't get to bargain with me."

Since Frank kept talking about how difficult it was for Connor to find a mate, I always pictured him as someone physically unattractive. I never expected he would be this hot. Holding back my amazement, I gave him a polite smile. Connor got the same scent as Frank, something powerful and exclusive to those of Alpha blood. Oddly, Connor's gaze toward me was far from friendly. While I was wondering why, I suddenly felt a chilling aura emanating from around him. He was unleashing his oppressive Alpha aura over me. I was no stranger to it, for I had encountered powerful rogues before. So I didn't panic at all.

“No. I’m shy about that request.” Connor gives him a conceited smile. “Come on. I will fuck it next time again.” His collateral shyly goes against the camera while looking back on his shoulder. Connor swiftly become turns on by his sexy ass. His body is too perfect for his preference. “Like this?” Paul timidly asked. “Uhu…” He starts to masturbate again even his phallus isn’t adjusting for a while. Oh well, how could he resist his collateral husband’s body? “Shit, Paul. You are so hot as hell! I want to lick all skin and kiss you passionately right now,” Connor utters while continuously jerking off with him on cam.

“You don’t need to kidnap anyone to make them fall in love with you. You’re a Cross. It’s kind of a special skill with your bloodline.” “Wow. That makes me feel so much better.” “Fix this shit. I’m not having a convict’s baby.” Jesus, Sloane… “I’m on it. Just…get to the hangar. My jet will be waiting for you.” “Okay. But Cara is coming with me.” “Cara?” “My assistant. Have you EVER been listening?” Not now. Please. “Just get there in one piece. I’ll be waiting for you.” “And I’m definitely not looking forward to cohabiting with your incest girlfriend, so you better find me somewhere private.”

Connor complimented me sincerely, shifting the heavy truck into the drive gear and steering the vehicle away from the concrete curb. "Thank you very much, Connor, and you also look very handsome in your dark shirt," I replied honestly, enjoying the warm heat blowing from the dashboard vents while we drove down the street. "Are you feeling nervous about facing the rest of my hockey team and the cheerleaders at this party?" Connor asked, glancing at me briefly before returning his full attention to the dark city road. "I am slightly nervous because I have never attended a college fraternity party before, but I know you will protect me if anyone tries to cause trouble," I answered quietly, keep

“We both know you’re not going to. Because I can smell how wet you are from here, sweetheart. I can see the way you’re pressing your thighs together. You’ve thought about this. Fantasized about it. Wondered what it would be like to get taken by men who know exactly what they’re doing.” “I – ” “Connor’s a boy.” His free hand slides up my bare thigh, beneath the hem of my sundress, and I should push him away, I should scream, I should run – but I don’t. I don’t move. I barely breathe. “He fumbles around, gets himself off, leaves you wet and frustrated. Right?” Fuck. His fingers find my panties. Find the soaked fabric. Find the undeniable evidence of my body’s betrayal. “Jesus Christ,” he breat