Novel & Cerita Connor Franta Dirty Fanfic

I look up at him standing abave me, and don’t waste any time. I reach out and touch his pants, where there’s a lot of tension. “Do you know something? You remind me a lot about my husband. Same hair…same eyes…” I huff as I free Connor’s erection from its fabric prison. “Is that why you’re doing this?” “Pfft…nah,” I chuckle. “I’m just a slút.” He squats to my level and brings his face close to mine. “What’s his name?” “Who?”

I flicked my short pixie hair with a sharp smirk. "Keep talking though. The more you run your mouth, the more everyone sees how pressed you are." The hallway went silent for a second. I could feel the shift. Eyes were on me now, not her. And it felt damn good. "You dare say that?" Natalie finally responded with shaky shoulders. Her face was real ugly now. Maybe I really hit that confidence spot of hers. "That's the truth, tho." "You said that after Ryan caught you were too close to your stepbrother? What now? An incest–"

"I love your dick. Fuck me harder." Jake let go of his hair and grabbed his hips again. He fucked Braden as hard as he could. He rammed his cock deep, hitting Braden's prostate with every stroke. Braden was going crazy, his moans getting louder and louder. The quarterback was jerking his own cock while Jake pounded him. "Say it," Jake demanded. "Tell me what you are." "I'm your slut," Braden yelled into the empty stadium. "I'm a cock slut. Breed me. Please breed my ass."

I couldn’t stop staring and I felt the little rope holding me back snapping when their fingers brushed. I saw red as I stalked over to their table. My blood was drumming in my ears as I slapped my hands against the table. Lyra gasped in fear and my face pulled into a blank canvas, not giving away my anger and displeasure but of course, the bastard noticed. Connor flashed his signature smirk, the same one that has been getting under my skin since we were pups. “Zane, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you all night.” “And I’ve been looking forward to seeing you six feet under but guess luck is not on my side.” I spat

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

He says and I shrug, not really knowing what to expect from the weird-looking drink I have on my hand. “Not really, but I wasn’t expecting it to taste like my fucking cum,” I say, putting the glass down on the table in front of me, and Connor laughs loudly. Connor barely comes here, he’s left the everyday running to me. As long as the money keeps coming into his bank account, he doesn’t really care how I run things. When he comes in is to use our Sinners area and I have to say the fucker really enjoys using it.

“I don’t know what you’re saying. I’m doing what any devoted girlfriend would do — removing the whore who’s hell‑bent on ruining my relationship. She’s manipulative. She's not Willy's wife, Willy's not married. I am sure she spread her legs in front of you and turned you all against me. Well, right now, I don’t have that kind of money, Connor. I mean, I do, but not right now. If I withdraw from my accounts, Damon will track me. He’ll know my location, and I am not yet ready to meet him. He’s too naive... he is kind toward her, too blind because of her manipulations.” Connor patiently listened, but as she spoke more, he couldn't suppress his laugh, and he laughed, shaking his head, the sound

With his leg, he nudged me closer to the corner of the covered table. “This isn’t your scent. I thought you were celibate.” Trying to make myself smaller than I already was, I clenched my eyes shut. “I don’t understand why you’re fascinated with my sexual orientation.” “Be careful. It’s the mating season, you might find yourself a mate sooner than you expect. Imagine finding you have a mate when you already have a girlfriend.” “I’m not you.” Connor leaned forward, shielding me with his body and the chair and picked something off the table. “Take and go. I’m not comfortable with you in here.”

“Oh hey.” Flannel Guy looked me up and down, easy smile faltering just a fraction. He knew who I was. Everyone did. The recognition flickered across his face half admiration, half wariness. “This is Connor,” Eli said quickly, like he was trying to defuse something before it ignited. “He’s in my Romanticism seminar. Connor, this is Dante my roommate.” Connor stuck out a hand. “Big game today, man. Sick throws. That forty-yard dime in the fourth? Insane.”