Dirty Book Scenes Novels & Stories

“You want your mother to hear what a dirty little slut her daughter is for her stepdad?” The filthy words only made me wetter. I shook my head frantically, moaning against his palm as he finger-fucked me harder, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the dark living room. My hips rocked desperately against his hand, chasing the pressure building inside me. “Please,” I gasped when he finally let me breathe. “Marcus… I need you. Please fuck me.”

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

'A mission to protect? Really? Freaking doomed!’ -Drake Lucas Del Fiore- Note: This is a work of fiction. Characters and all are based on the author's imagination. All rights reserved, and soft copy is prohibited. Contains highly sensitive scenes and mature episodes. R18. Drake’s POV I groaned deeply as I nearly reached my climax. Her heavy breathing gave me the satisfaction of knowing she’s way beyond heaven. I pulled her closer and thrust deeper inside her. Her hands fisted on my back while I was doing the job.

Soft afternoon light spilled through the gap. I stopped just outside and looked in. Richard sat on the edge of his large bed. His shirt was open. His trousers were pushed down to his thighs. His fist was wrapped around a thick hard cock that looked even bigger than I had imagined in every filthy fantasy. He stroked himself in long firm pulls, the head already shiny and dark. The wet sound of his hand moving over the shaft filled the quiet room. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched so hard I almost made a sound.

, This bast*ard had to sleep with me and damage my legs again? Fu*ck!, I can't believe this. **** I don't know how to write emotional scenes so I'm sorry if this is not what you expected. Thank you!.

“You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I think we should go.” He didn’t listen. He took my hand and led me deeper, past the main floor, into a private lounge at the back. The door closed behind us with a soft click. It was worse in here. Almost everyone was naked or close to it. A man was on his knees behind another man, face buried between his cheeks, tongue working while the one standing gripped the edge of a table and moaned loud enough for the whole room to hear. Other people watched. Some touched themselves. Some joined in without asking.

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

The one who would be broken again and again in this fake end of the world. I woke up chained to a rusty metal bed in a dimly lit concrete bunker. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, dirt, and sex. My body was filthy, marked, and still leaking cum from the night before. Thick white streams slowly dripped from my swollen pussy and ass onto the dirty mattress beneath me. My breasts were covered in bite marks and handprints. My thighs were bruised. My throat felt raw from screaming and sucking cock for hours.

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

A/n: Jesus Christ. My head is so dirty but I can’t help it. Clarke is oozing with so much sensuality, warmth and slowly pulling me closer to a world of ..... Fudge it! Below are 18+ scene like really steamy so you have been warned. Enjoy the chapter. 🌚 Love, Diana ....