Connor Franta Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

I said. “Do you ever think of anything else, Woman?” Connor asked me. “No. Apparently, all I ever think about is having your cock in me all day, everyday.” I said as I pulled him in for a kiss. “You are becoming too wild to handle. How can a person be so Simple and Sweet and so innocent, yet so wild, dangerous and corrupt?” Connor asked before returning my kiss. “No one does it better than Alannah Campbell.” I answered, shoving my hands down his trousers and grabbing his huge already hard and ready dick.

Jaxon’s name graces his cell phone screen, and without feeling guilty, he rejects every incoming call. Once again, Connor watched Mia and her friend, who were still busy talking at their table. Connor’s attention is diverted to a new message in the group. NotHusbandMaterial: Change your ID, Connor! Cock Tease is only for girls. You’re in the wrong group, idiot! We don’t want to suck your dick, motherfucker! Connor’s laughter broke after reading Jaxon’s message. “Connor.” Fritz walked over to Connor, who was coming from the dance floor.

I turned to see Connor sitting on the chair in the corner of my room watching me and he said, "I am not rejecting you and I won't accept your rejection, so put that out your pretty little head, mate." Connor got up and walked over to me, he was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a necklace around his neck showing he was T.J.'s Gamma. He wore black jeans and boots, had the club ring on his hand and a tattoo on his neck, and was blonde with blue eyes and dimples when he smiled. He was around 6'0 feet with a muscular build but not buffed muscular, his scent was of wood and rain, like in the forest. He looked into my eyes and said, "So, what's it going to be, mate," and I backed away, his gaze

he said showing distaste for my alliance with Alina. "Why is your friend Darian so stiff, maybe if em let em give him a night of pleasure, I would gladly help him relax a little more, what do you say..." she says trying to get my friend's attention but I know perfectly well that Connor is not one to sleep with prostitutes let alone Russian ones. After I take a sip of wine, I grab her hand with mine and pull Alina gently onto my lap. I don't really feel like fucking her today, but the fire in Fiorella's eyes makes me want to keep touching Alina.

But boy, do I want to smack his arrogantly handsome face. “Thank you.” Unfortunately, I have to endure Connor’s presence because Santana continues the conversation. Surprisingly enough, he and Declan remain silent. As I continue to stand there, I can feel the heat of Connor's stare. He must hate the fact that Santana and Declan like me. I heard that Santana is not a fan of Connor’s revolving door. Not that I’d be one of the women taking a spin, considering he thinks I’m just a silly girl. If he only knew.

His beach blond hair that had wavy tendrils graze his forehead and icy blue eyes, along with a defined jawline was worth swooning over. Sadly, he belonged to me and it was a secret that has existed between the both of us for about a year. “Connor… you certainly don't want this filth rubbing off on you, do you? You don't want to be the guardian angel of this slut, do you?” Her sultry voice purred as she slid her finger down his chest. Oh how ironic coming from a very famous slut! Talk about hypocrisy at its peak. My eyes twitched yet again at the sight and so did Connor's. He was a germaphobe, who was extremely cautious of how he was touched, but apparently Tiffany wasn't getting the message

“Luna? Hi, is ever… everything alright with y… you?” Breathe, Connor, deep breathes and stop stuttering, are you going to turn yourself again into that scratched tune, fuck! She’s only a woman, nothing much, a woman like so many others, with those plump and pink lips, deep black eyes, these large breasts that I would love to sink my face in and lose myself on those hills, rubbing my cock on the curve of her cleavage, totally titty fuck. Good God, how can I get aroused by this woman if I’ve never tasted her? What a perverted animal am I that after so many months I’m still crazy about her Italian curves? She smiles and I bend over to kiss her soft cheek, fantasizing about kissing her lips, if

She was soaking the thin paper covering the exam bed, her breath coming faster no matter how hard she tried to stay quiet. Antonio’s free hand came up and rested lightly on her lower stomach, pressing down while his fingers curled inside her. The dual pressure made her vision blur. “You’re doing so well, Miss Ricardo,” he said for Levi’s benefit. Then, softer, only for her: “Look at you. Dripping all over my hand like a desperate little slut while your fiancé watches. He has no idea how badly you need this, does he?” Mira’s control snapped.

“Too late. You’re smiling at your phone like you’re in a N*****x rom-com.” “I’m blocking you.” “Mhm. Sure. You adding him back or what?” I tap accept before I can overthink it. “There. Happy?” “Very.” She stretches and hops off the bed. “Alright, I’m brushing my teeth before I pass out. Try not to fall in love before midnight.” “No promises,” I mutter. “MAXIME.” She leaves laughing while I sit there staring at my phone like an idiot. A second later, Connor posts a story—shirtless locker room selfie, damp hair, cocky grin. Of course he does.

am good and fine,, I need your help with something Connor " "have miss your juicy hole,, you know i don't help for free " Connor said "I know you don't, I will pay this time around,, " Cassandra said hoping to change his mind .. " I don't want cash Cassandra " "please Connor, I know what you want .. But, can you do this without touching me" "[chuckled]are you scared of sex now? " Connor asked " I am not, it's just that you don't take it easy with me whenever you get aroused... "