Dirtiest Desire Novels & Stories

My cheek is pressed against the cold stone and my mouth is open and the sounds coming out of me is the filthiest hymn ever sung. “This is what you wanted,” he growls behind me, driving deep enough that I feel him in my stomach. “You wanted a priest to lose his mind over your pussy.” “Yes,” I moan into the stone, pushing my hips back to meet him. “Yes, I wanted this. I wanted you to fuck me on your altar, Elijah. I wanted to ruin you.” “You have,” he says, and his voice cracks on the word and the raw honesty of it hits me harder than any thrust.

I really did. I told myself no touching. No crossing that final line. Just watch. Just let him get off while I keep my hands to myself. But then he looked at me—those big hazel eyes locked on mine, soft gasps slipping past his lips every time he stroked himself faster. The way he leaked at my words, pre-cum slicking his fist, making obscene wet sounds that echoed in the quiet room. He likes dirty talk. He likes being told what to do. Likes being used, bossed around, called names in that low, rough voice I barely recognized as my own.

she said, voice huskier than she meant. Jake grinned. “Deepest, dirtiest fantasy. No holding back.” She could’ve lied. Could’ve said something tame. Instead the alcohol and the way three pairs of eyes locked on her made the truth spill out before she could stop it. “I want to be filled. Everywhere. At the same time.” Her cheeks burned but she didn’t look away. “Three cocks. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Stretching me until I can’t think. Making me scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.”

“Then tell me what you want. Tell me in the dirtiest words you know.” She didn’t hesitate. “I want your cock to pound my pussy until I scream. I want you to fuck my ass next, hard and deep, until I can’t walk. I want your cum in my mouth, on my face, inside me. I want to be your dirty, used thing.”

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

She breathed heavily, her chest heaving dramatically with each ragged gasp, desperate to catch her breath. “I want you to lay on the bed and spread those legs wide for me, little bunny. Show me that soaked pussy and touch yourself until I say stop.”

“No darling, point of correction, I was the one who fucked you and since I am the one who will decide if you qualify for the job or deserve to keep my house… he paused and added. “Honestly, I am not yet satisfied… with your performance.” What the f..” I stopped before I completed it. “What else do you want?” I asked. “Maybe If you show me how good you are… put me in the mood again and ride me till I score you.” He rolled his sexy eyes. Shit this guy is insane but enticing. He has a way of making do all the bad things I never imagined I would do. I removed my clothes and slipped back into the bed. Within a few seconds his cock stood erect and we were both lost in intense pleasure.

I poured her a glass of water she wouldn’t touch and sat close enough that my knee almost brushed hers. “Tell me,” I said gently. She stared at the floor. “I’ve been having impure thoughts. About someone I shouldn’t. I love my husband, I do, but he’s always so tired and I… I keep thinking about being wanted. Really wanted. The way a woman needs to be.” I reached over and rested my hand on her knee, paternal and comforting. Her breath caught. “Desire is part of how we were made, Diana. The sin is only in letting it fester unanswered. You’ve carried this alone long enough.”

I want to be sure about something, and right now, I'm sure I want him to start moving his fingers. "The thought of what I want to do to you has kept me company through those nights. I'm done with imagining," he continues, twisting his fingers ever-so-slightly. Pleasure shudders through me to the point I'm left to dig my teeth into my lower lip to keep from moaning. I don't want to give him that satisfaction yet. He leans down to whisper in my ear. "I know it's wrong, to want you this desperately. But I'm done holding back."

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."