Dirtiest Desire Novels & Stories

" he whispered, his voice dirty and husky. No! I gasped, but the word sounded like a falsehood. My body was already protesting him, my skin burning where his breath caressed me. I hated the way I desired it. His hands lay across his belt, the buckle ringing out as he ripped it open. "You're begging for this cock, I've got it, and we're gonna screw like beasts," he growled, his mouth brushing over my earlobe, causing me to shudder in filthy horror. It was a fire in my veins, the dirtiest, hottest thing I'd ever known. I could no longer resist and said nothing, my breathing ragged.

He was the fucking reason I was even doing this shit. Yes, I was a playboy and I thrived on that. I totally enjoyed thoroughly fucking and dumping ladies just for the thrill of it, but for the past few months, I have gradually found myself losing any attraction for that unwholesome noisy life. There was only one pussy that I wanted to fuck and it was hers, Alvira's.

I'm not surprised I always have that effect on women. "I lied." I raise my head from her neck and look directly into her eyes to make sure she understands me. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I've wanted you. I want to fuck you until you're so sour you can't walk again." Her breath hitches up a bit. "Do you know how badly I am going to treat you?" She doesn't answer, she just stares at me. "Do you know, I'm going to fuck all the demons in me into your system. I'm going to do dirty, depraved things to you, is that what you want?"

he cautioned, and I did as he said, spreading my legs wider for him while he pumped his finger deeper into my pussy. “Such a slut…” he spat, gritting from how hard my walls were convulsing around him. My hips buckled helplessly, chasing after the friction, chasing after the punishment he was giving me. Ignoring how bad it was hitting. All I wanted was to keep feeling him. To keep being fucked. To be fucked and used until I could only be used by him alone. I shouldn’t want this… I should never crave something as dark and dirty as this, but I can’t help it. I can’t help desiring more than just his fingers.

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l

The harsh slapping of our skin, his seriousness in digging into me, and my moans of pleasure were the only things I desired at this moment. “Liam, can you fuck me until I have no strength left?” I whispered, putting an arm around his neck. “Sure,” he increased the speed of banging me, and I moaned in great delight. “I want to fuck you every day if possible, stepsis,” he said before kissing me deeply. We both know what we’re doing was impermissible, but we just couldn’t help it. We’d already tasted the bait and, like fish, we’d been hooked. We couldn’t stop now. Even if this path led straight to destruction, at least it was a pleasurable path.

The desire I felt for a man I shouldn’t like was so intense that I could barely grasp it. He made me feel the kind of desire and passion that they described in books. I didn’t think I could understand why he was the one man who made me feel like I could beg for intimacy. Of all men, it just had to be him. “You’re overthinking it, little bird. I just want to see if that cunt tastes as good as it smells,” he said and then leaned in to whisper, “…or if it tastes better.” I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me. He was so comfortable talking dirty, and maybe it was because he knew it did things to me.

Because she wanted every piece of the sin he gave her. When it was over, he stood. Cleaned himself up. And left her on the couch, thighs wet, cunt sore, body ruined. There was a note on the pillow by the time she pulled herself together. Last night never happened. But she knew it did. And she’d be back. Because dirty desire doesn’t end when the night does. It just begins.

My chest heaved, my arms reaching back, looping around his neck for balance as wave after wave of heat surged through me. God, for someone so new, he moved better than any man I’d ever let inside me. “I get these… dirty thoughts,” he admitted, his finger thrusting deeper, faster. My moans echoed in the tiled walls. “I want to spread your ass open. Taste you. Devour you until you’re begging me to stop.” His filthy words sent a fresh jolt of desire straight through me. My body betrayed me: I was the one undone now, drowning in him.

“To remember what it’s like when someone sees all of you and still wants more.” His voice was like smoke. thick, curling through my thoughts, making it impossible to think straight. My fingers hovered over the pillow, the edge of the bed, the phone. “You want me to…” My voice trailed off, heavy with implication. He nodded, slow and reverent. “Yeah. I want you to touch yourself for me. Let me watch you come undone. I have missed seeing you cum so hard for me.” I squeezed my eyes shut. This was madness. Reckless. The kind of moment that could ruin everything if even a breath of it leaked into the real world.