Connor Franta Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

I just wanted to permanently erase the man from our reality—erase all the deep hurt he had inflicted on her, the trauma, the disrespect… but wishes can never be horses. “So… what do you think about it?” Connor asked, looking at me as if I had suddenly grown a horn right in the middle of my forehead when I remained silent. “What do I think?” I repeated smoothly. “Come on, Killian, surely you want that pathetic man gone just as much as I do,” Connor growled, his voice harsh. “And I know Elara wants to play this game her own way, but I absolutely do not like that fellow existing in her vicinity. I’ve never liked him or his stupid ego. Right now, he is probably going to think Elara still harbors

He answered. Now, that wasn’t funny at all. Something was adding up here. Before I could speak my thoughts, Zayne continued speaking. “When I was sixteen, during days I would give anything in the world to get Connor to love me as a son, and he didn’t for once acknowledge my efforts, Dante was the one who cared for me. At first, I thought it was fatherly love…” I swallowed, trying hard to listen without judging him yet. He continued, “I didn’t know Connor isn’t my father, I wouldn’t have tried so hard.” His voice was filled with regrets. But then, I registered his words clearly.

His words were short but the emotion within them conveyed everything he wanted to say. He pulled back and regarded Freya intently for a long moment and then presented her with his fist. She stared at him blankly for a second and then repeated what she'd witnessed her mate do. She banged fists with the blond wolf wondering if this was some weird wolf ritual she wasn't aware of. Connor winced loudly, shaking his fist in the air as the vampire almost pulverised his knuckles into dust. "Hot damn!" he muttered through clenched teeth. "I've got to get me one of these female vamps. You got any single friends, darling?"

Juliette's point of view... DJ leaned forward with a disgusting grin spread on his face and pressed his shabby lips that of mine. I was wrapped up in many plasters, almost everywhere on my body and I couldn't even move my finger. What the hell is going on...!

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual. I’d rather freeze outside than spend one night stuck with an arrogant prick like you.” Connor’s eyes flashed. He stepped closer, towering over her in the dim light. “You’ve been racing me this whole trip like you’ve got something to prove. Newsflash , you’re not as untouchable as you think.” Letitia shoved his chest hard. “And you’re nowhere near as impressive as you believe, asshole.” The shove didn’t push him back. Instead, it ignited something. Connor grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the rough wooden wall. Their faces were inches apart, chests heaving, eyes locked in pure hatred… and something much hotter.

He eyed me from head to toe, and displeasure crossed his face. I lowered my gaze down, feeling hurt. “Her cunt must be fascinating,” Connor jeered, and I winced at his rude comment. “Or a fascinating bust,” I heard Ryan. He appeared from behind. “36-inch,” he sneered and eyed my breasts. “I’d like to taste those beautiful tits of yours.” I cringed at his dirty words and immediately folded my arms over my chest, looking away. “She’s just his whore!” Connor remarked, and then he and Ryan burst into laughter.

Every question now felt like a weapon designed to expose and arouse. “Never have I ever had a gangbang fantasy,” Marcus said, his voice rough with desire. I drank without hesitation, my hand slightly shaking as I set the bottle down. All five of them stared at me with pure predatory hunger. Tyler delivered what felt like the final blow. “Never have I ever fucked more than one person in the same night.” I drank again. The stories that followed were extremely explicit, full of threesomes, watching friends fuck, and sharing partners. My nipples ached painfully. A visible wet spot had formed on the crotch of my shorts. I was dripping wet, my pussy throbbing with urgent need.

I had stopped pretending to care if the entire damn team walked in and saw us. My hand moved into his hair, gripping tight as I rolled my hips in search of more pressure. He groaned into me and that alone made me clench. I didn’t beg. I didn’t need to. He read my body like it was part of the game plan. My orgasm hit sharp and fast, curling my toes and burning through my lungs until I was shaking, panting, completely undone on the barbell stand. When I finally opened my eyes, Dennis rose with a satisfied gleam in his expression and the evidence of what he’d done still wet on his lips. I watched him wipe his mouth slowly with the back of his hand.

He looked good when he concentrated, the harsh lines of his face softening into something almost gentle, and I remembered how those same features had looked hovering above me, twisted with pleasure and possession. The dream's images superimposed themselves over reality—Marcus and Damon fighting, both of them wanting me, the violence and passion tangled together until I couldn't separate them. "Sandra!" Vanessa's sharp voice jerked me back to the present. "Are you even listening or are you too busy eye-fucking my boyfriend?"

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad