Dirty Comebacks Novels & Stories

Damien “Jesus Christ, Damien, you’re disgusting,” I muttered, but I didn’t put them back. Instead I sat down heavy on the bed again and brought the fabric up to my face. I took a long sniff, deep and slow, and his smell hit me like a punch. Sweat and that faint soap he used and something warmer, more him. My dick twitched in my jeans just from that. Pathetic. I laughed at myself, short and mean. “Look at you. Got slapped, called Satan, and now you’re sniffing his dirty undies like some creep in a movie. Real winner.”

I cry out, my back arching off the couch as waves of ecstasy crash over me. My pussy spasms, coating my hand in slick heat, my clit throbbing under my thumb. I bite my lip hard, moaning his name over and over—“Kaleb, oh fuck, Kaleb”—as stars burst behind my eyelids. It’s intense, shattering, better than anything my ex ever gave me. Hell, better than anything I’ve given myself before tuning into his show. When I come back to reality, panting shakily, I realize the show is over already. I pull my hand from my soaked panties and bring them to my lips, tasting myself—salty-sweet, a reminder of how thoroughly he’s undone me without even knowing.

"Oh, right. The remodeling contractor is coming by today to sign the contract. Make sure you have the 150 thousand dollars ready. We can't put off remodeling our future home." 150 thousand dollars? The number blared in my head like an alarm. I turned toward the phone on the nightstand on autopilot. October 30th, 2064. 8:17 am. My stomach dropped. The date, the time, Leo's words, even the look on his face, were exactly the same as that day burned into my memory. October 30th, 2064, was the day before the zombie outbreak. It was also the day Leo used "remodeling our future home" as an excuse to bleed my savings dry.

“Oh, please. Dara can shove it up wherever the sun doesn’t shine. She thought I was her damn slave or something. I dropped her the second you called. I’m so happy you’re back. My era as the manager of one of the best actresses is about to begin, and nothing is going to stop me. I’ve already got it all planned out. Endorsements, brand deals… It’s all coming. You were already getting offers while married, and you kept turning them down. The first one we’re chasing is Opium Skin. Their serum wants to break my bank, but if you get endorsed, it's free skincare for me,” she grinned. “I missed you… Thank you, thank you. And yes, you can have all the skincare you want,” I laughed heartily. I was sti

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

Janice dropped to her knees and began to lick and suck all of our combined juices off my deflating cock and semi empty balls. Almost instantly I began to harden again. It seemed that the Fates forgot to tell me about one of the gifts they'd imparted to me. A super fast recovery time. By the time I was clean I was ready to fuck again. However I knew that Janice needed time to get cleaned up and dressed. Good thing I had three other sluts at my disposal.

I collapsed on to my stomach as Jamal handed me a towel to wipe myself clean. "Here, baby, clean up," Jamal said, tossing the towel over my back with a lazy grin. His voice was still rough from watching everything go down. I wiped the thick cum off my stomach and thighs with a sluttery smirk, feeling it stuck to the towel in heavy streaks. When I was done cleaning the cum off, Troy and Ken had finished with their poker game. They walked up to me and helped me take my dress off.

Tang Yazhu asked, looking at the poker-faced man and the assistant. Not only did they not look like any ordinary person, but she could also sense luxury emitting from the interior of the room, making her roughly guess that she was currently habituating a VIP room. "Uh… Well… Yes… We are very sorry for putting you in your current state," Assistant Fu apologized, feeling extremely sorry to Tang Yazhu. Honestly, Tang Yazhu did not care much. There was nothing more important than being alive and to her, that was all that mattered. Thus, Tang Yazhu happily said, "It's fine! It was an accident! Besides, the important thing is that I'm still alive and breathing!"

He sigh out loud then get into his car and drove away. Right at the base of the cliff stood Damon and Killian. Damon suddenly heard a thud in the water and he stare over to the sea. "Did you hear that?" He asked killian who nodded but shrugged. "Probably the sea weaving" killian replied. Damon didn't believe and he moved closer. Immediately he moved closer and saw blood. His wolf that had been keeping malice with him for ovee three months now since he couldn't find their mate jump up and Damon could feel it. The bound.