Connor Franta Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

Declan, on the other hand, seems unmoved. “Thanks for everything, Declan,” Connor mumbles with a quiver in his voice. Declan extends his hand to Connor and pulls him into his embrace. I guess he’s not as unfeeling as he looks. “Goodbye, little brother.” He mutters solemnly. “You have my number if you need me.” Connor grins. “Yeah, I got it. Maybe I can text you some time just to annoy you if that’s cool?” Declan snickers in amusement. “Yeah, I’d like that. You be safe and take care of your sister, alright?” Connor shakes his hand and walks to the bus stop. Before I leave, Declan takes my hand in his and looks longingly into my eyes. I almost break down and beg him to keep us at that moment.

Her strong French accent is clearly audible. "Hi Catharina, I'm fine. And no, look at you. You're gorgeous." I reciprocate by hugging. Catharina Zulueta. She is a very kind lady. When I used to come here to go on missions with, you know, she cared for me like her real daughter she never had and served as my other mother. This place felt like home to me. She is Conrad's sister, yet she raises Connor as if she were his own mother.

He sat down with me on top of him and before he even settled down, I was riding him, bouncing up and down with reckless, wild passion. "I am cumin," I whispered breathlessly as I kept on bucking wildly against him. "Cum for me, Yulia!" He commanded. "Give me everything!" I gladly obeyed and before I knew it, I was squirting on his cock as I convulsed with orgasm. He came seconds later and our body liquid mixed together. The scent filled the whole living room as we both caught our breath. Yara sighed in satisfaction. I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder as Iran bit into me. I knew that it was the Lycan because Issa would never do that.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

, Connor’s voice filters through the phone and by now my head is feeling drowsy. The sound of their voices, the anger that’s laced in their demands, I wonder what Neo looks like right now and Shane, does he have his usual sexy suits or is he in cargo pants that hide muscular legs like Connor? Goddess, I feel so hot. My whole body is on fire. The bad kind of fire that can’t be put into words. “Y—you are a…a cheater and y-you killed your mother. Y-you you know what that makes you? A mo-motherflunker”

Johnny was about our age, and I could never understand why he would hang out with a young girl like Bella in the first place. "Eva, I will have to ask you to leave. You are upsetting not only my fiance but also my sister. You were the one that broke off our friendship. We are no longer friends, and I never want to see you again. Please stay away from my family. I warn you. My family includes my fiance. Besides, you were never my first choice. You were not even a choice. I only went out with you in school because I felt sorry for you. I never loved you, and I never will love you. I know what kind of person you are and do not like what I heard about you. You have always called Norma a snob and

Connie is 28, he’s passed the time of competing testosterone. Connie gets his underwear from Kay and starts to complain. “It’s his fau… fault, Damy, this fucking br… br… brat stole my underwear? Can you smell the stin… stinking horses?” and he waves the underwear with the tips of his fingers, he started to stutter, soon not even I will be able to get Connor off Kayden. Kayden’s look of fake innocence makes me want to join Connie and punch this brat, what a spacious guy!

I would rather die than never see Conor again. Every fiber of my being was trying to fight against this grievous intrusion. He continued for a while as I fought to maintain my composure. “Ah! I’m going to come!” He said thrusting into me one last time and pulling me back towards him. “Oh man! I feel so much better now! My nuts feel as light as feathers now.” I felt dirty again and I just wanted to cry. “Thank you for your services rat; I will be certain to call on you again!” He exclaimed spanking my butt. “I’ll be sure to tell Conor that you really are amazing in bed. Pretty tight still too- For now! I’m sure that will make his day!” He left the room and locked the door again.

Pink cunt lips clinging to his cock. "Fucking listen to that sloppy coochie," Connor grunted, sweat glistening on his forehead. "Your married hole is yapping away. Hear it? Fucking pathetic." Tyron shoved my head forward, leaving me no choice but to watch my puffy folds being forced apart. Thick creamy juice frothing on Connor's cock. My clit was swollen and huge, thumping like it had a mind of its own. Then, Connor ripped out with a filthy pop. My cunt gaped open as air swopped in, cooling my burning walls.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”