Dirty Dancing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I growled again, louder this time. Diana’s moans grew louder too, thinking I was calling *her* name in some twisted way. She clenched around me, coming again with a sharp cry. Her body shook beneath mine, but I barely felt it. I was too far gone in the fantasy. I kept going. I flipped her over onto her stomach without warning, yanking her hips up so she was on her knees. I slammed back inside her from behind in one brutal thrust. Diana cried out into the couch cushions, but I was already lost again.

What’s the harm? I stub my toes on the first stair. Charlie reaches out behind her, feeling for the wall to help guide us upstairs. We’re making out again as we fall onto my bed. Charlie shimmies out of her dress and I move back on top, fitting right between her legs. She rakes her nails up over my back, pressing in just enough to hurt so good.

"You make me so fucking angry, and I want to hurt you. I want to hear your sweet screams of pain and pleasure." I was sure my words made me sound like a lunatic, but I was far too gone to care. If she'd let me, I'd leave my handprint on her ass. I'd mark her perfect skin in a way that would be pleasurable to both of us. Besides, she still needs to be punished for always disrespecting me. "What," she breathed out, "what do you mean?" "How about I just show you, dolcezza?" I didn't expect her to answer positively, but fuck was I elated when she opened her naughty little mouth to say, "Show me."

She smiled teasingly at him, the whole while not knowing that this was her last night to live! He returned her smile as he allowed her body to grind on his. He hadn't realized that the floor started to become cramped with the amount of bodies grinding on one another. It almost reminded him of an orgy but without all the sex involved. Anticipation stained the air on the dance floor and it just kept feeding his own sadistic fantasies of what he was going to do to Sierra and maybe even Isabella!

She turns to me and her brown eyes scan over my face and body, a small smile forming on her face. "I'm Darcy," she says in a sugary voice, "dance with me?" "Of course." My hands find their way to her waist and we start dancing/grinding on each other. My dick is so hard now and her rubbing herself on it is not helping at all, I need her in bed with me. I can't take her home with me because dad is home so I'll just have to wait for her to ask. We dance for a few more minutes and she gets more daring as we go, her hand slips to my groin every now and then and rubs me.

Speed takes that as her cue to leave but before she can I get to her. I wrap my hands around her waist from the back, pull her to me, and dance with her. She pulls away and turns her head to see who she is dancing with. When she sees it is me, to say she is shocked is an understatement. She just stares at me for a minute before she smirks. She pulls my head down close to her mouth. “ For one night I get the fantasy, Sir.” Then she is dancing with me. Dancing yea right. She is grinding her ass against my dick making it painfully push against my jeans. If it weren’t for our clothes in the way I bet I could slide right into her. I bet she is wet for me. I intend to find out.

“You want dancing, love? I’ll give you f*****g dancing!” And I did for well over an hour. Nonstop dancing, grinding, touching and teasing...this little minx has me so hot and bothered I feel like I’m going to explode! Of course, Anna is in the same torturous state. Her eyes mirror the desire and need in mine. The way she has her red lips barely parted as she pants when I touch her. f**k. It’s taking everything in me not to take her here on the dance floor. And her arousal... gods her intoxicating arousal is so thick in the air right now I actually had to mentally push away the supernaturals that kept edging closer to her. Anna hasn’t noticed because her focus has been on me... but there’s a

Briana muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm, and his friends chuckled softly. As the Elder Chief continued with the sacrifice, a strong wind from nowhere started blowing, and the dancing became even more radical, one could say erotic. The men were sucking on the women's breasts, and all sorts of unholy acts were taking place. Among the crowd of people dancing, Damian spotted the local girl he had been eyeing. She was dancing, staring at him, and he stared back at her, his heart racing. She smiled shyly, then turned around and walked towards the nearest forest, and Damian followed her carefully, navigating his way among the crowd of people dancing and engaging in other sexual activities. He

Damon's eyes met mine, sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing. "I want to dance with you," I yelled and we found our way to the center of the dance floor, where bodies writhed and moved harmoniously. The music coursed through our veins, compelling us to sway, twist, and grind together. With every beat, Damon and I became entangled in a passionate dance, where our bodies communicated a language that transcended words. As our fervour reached its zenith, Damon's grip tightened around my waist. He pulled me discreetly to the edge of the pulsating chaos, his touch melting my inhibitions. In the hidden alcove, away from prying eyes, our breaths mingled in the charged air.

I mouth, pushing down my dress just as the door slides open completely, revealing an older couple and someone I assume is their teenage daughter going through her rebel phase. “Some of us have planes to catch,” the woman mutters, shooting us a very annoyed look. Fuck! They knew what we had been doing in the elevator. Dear heavens! This is why I’m always so careful. Dante only shrugs, leaning in briefly to peck my lips as he his hand comes into contact with my ass. A surprised gasp leaves my lips. “You’ve never been spanked,” He chuckles with realization, “ You are so damn innocent it makes me want to do the dirtiest shit to you,”