Dirtiest Desire Novels & Stories

The sheer dirtiness etched in every word made me drip so hard, my body burning with desperation for him to fulfil every one of his depraved fantasies on me. “Do you think I was joking when I told you that you have ruined me for every other woman?” he breathed harshly against my lips. “Does this—” —he pressed his hard-on against me—” look like I want any other woman who isn't you?” he demanded, his fingers inching upwards, teasing the hem of his shirt that had rode dangerously up my thigh.

She continued with her action and he watched her do it with solemn eyes. "I don't treat women like my whores because they are never able to handle my darkest desires." His voice came out deep, husky, gruff and mirthless. He was serious and it made her nervous. "If I should treat you as such, then you'll have to promise that you can handle it without any complaints."

A body I would give anything to have in my bed again, one more time. "Let's keep this between us. I want to keep seeing you, Sienna. No strings attached. I want to make you happy. I can give you the world," "I just want to touch you again," I grunted, pulling her impossibly closer to myself. She tried to pry her way out of my arms but of course, I was stronger than her. I was struggling so much not to bend her over this fucking desk and have my way with her, leaving her to scream my name so hard as I ram into her from behind.

he whispers with a hoarse voice. "You want to show or tell me some of those dirty thoughts? Cause I am too curious to know." I wish I could read his mind so badly. I love it when he talks dirty to me. "I'd love to see those dirty lips wrapped around my dick, sucking the hell out of me. I want to kiss and feel every single inch of those lips, suck them in, and feel them swelling from me. I want to bite them while you moan. I want to see how they form O's while I am fucking you."

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

If I was not aware of his reality, I would have definitely got trapped in his charm but I knew that in front of him even the real demons seemed like angels. This was what came to my mind when I see him, the thing that was most dirty and disgusting from inside, it needed the best packing to hide it so that it could hide the filth inside it and its best example was this man sitting in front of me who ruined my life for his satisfaction, dirty desire and lust. I felt disgusted even to stand here in his presence but I could do nothing as I knew he will never let me go away from him until he was satisfied but I could go away from him at least for a while.

I sit up, dragging my fingers across my chest and I wipe the cold sweat off my skin, huffing because I just took a shower, yet I feel dirtier than ever. I just pleasured myself at the thought of Blaze, and if he knew, he'd be grinning until his smile fell off his face. Dirty feels like an understatement, because I feel mucky and dishonorable. How could I get off at the idea of a man who is what I despise? He's everything I don't want in the world. He's careless, untrustworthy and he doesn't care about the people that work their ass off to make this world work.

“You’re going to fucking suck the cum right out of my balls if you keep doing that.” All I wanted was to crawl up onto his cock and ride his dick until I exploded all over him. He was so much bigger than his son, his cock so much fatter, and his mouth so much dirtier. Pulling my head back, I gasped for air and stuck my tongue out. “Please, fuck my mouth until I’m begging you to stop. I need it so badly.” “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”

He could try, but he would certainly fail," I responded, my eyes trailing over the room, relishing the way some seemed to shrink from my gaze. In a room of a hundred people, I had blackmailed ninety-five, and I felt no remorse. They all deserved it and even if they didn't, what's done was done anyway. I knew what they called me—heard whispers of "the stone bitch," how they seemingly hated me and wished me dead. And yet, I knew many of those same men sought to sleep with me, to boast they had tamed the wolf. How ironic that I would gobble them up instead. "Do you think they know what the party is for?" Desiree asked, curling a lock of red hair around her finger. We looked at each other and sm

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier