Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

“There’s nothing to talk about.” A humourless laugh escaped her. “Really? Because I can think of plenty. Why do you have a secret photo of me as a teenager tucked in a locked drawer. Or why I overheard you on the phone yesterday, ordering someone to ‘dig deeper’ into my life. Do you usually treat your fake girlfriends like surveillance subjects, Damien, or am I just lucky?” Finally, he turned. His expression was cool and unreadable, but his gaze locked on hers with a steadiness that made her want to scream.

He came quickly, silent, together with mine. "Argh…. ahh… ahh.” It shot forth with a bang, a loud one. Louder than ever. This was one of the sexiest things I witnessed, a man groaning as he released, and next while being sucked. The spicy series of memories pulled back. Playing into a mental series. Zavian did both of that, I looked up, imagining this fantasy. I released a deep breath, looking at him. My sexy daddy and more. Those groans continued in low tones as he crashed beside me, draping his hand over me.

My pussy clenched uselessly around the speculum and his fingers, leaking even more slick down my ass crack onto the table. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You are not coming until I decide the treatment has worked. Describe another fantasy. Make it dirtier this time.” I whined loud, my hips trying to grind against nothing while he kept me pinned and stretched open. “God, okay, okay. I fantasize about you inviting other doctors in to watch while you finger me like this and make me squirt all over the table. “ “I want them to see how much of a dripping slut I am for your hands. “

The wet sounds were obscene. Alex watched me with dark eyes, thrusting up to meet me. “Look at you riding your brother’s best friend’s cock in your pink bedroom. Such a naughty fucking girl.” He reached up and pinched my nipples, rolling them roughly. “Moan for me. Let me hear it.” “Ahhhh… yesss… Alex, your cock feels so good!” I moaned louder, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke. He spanked my ass in rhythm, urging me faster.

I shake my head as i am out of words " I fantasized about locking you in a dark classroom ,push you on a table and put your legs over my shoulders and suck you until you scream" "Draven... Stop..." His dirty talks provokes a part of me I never thought existed His dirty words will be the end of me. Draven takes his hands thats where just in me a few minutes ago as he slipps it in his mouth and sucked it still staring at my eyes " I can't stop my fantasies darling". He wraps his hands around mine. " but I wont tell you the rest of them, do you know why?" I shake my head once " because you are not ready for those, I'll tell you this though" he leans in to whisper in hot words "you taste b

Reader's discretion is highly advised. This chapter contains words that might seem disturbing to some readers. Devlin POV “I can't believe you want to take someone like her as your mate! Has your taste dropped so bad? Well, look at me,” Danica said while turning around and poking her ass in my direction. It was still as perfect as I remembered and my hands always fit on them properly.

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

But the amount of sacrifices I had to make, the kind of things I had to do, the amount of dirt I had soiled my hands in, I can't even begin to talk about it, but it's really bad. but then again, no big money comes clean. That I have to handle along side with our chicken only Restaurant; The hot pot And then the Fitness home; Legs up and then the Club; Garden of Eden, where sin was born. I've been thinking of a lot of things lately but Charlie just seems to take a large space in my head and it's somehow annoying because.. I've never had to deal with these kind of feelings before until I met him, I don't know if I'm going crazy or I actually like him

He doesn’t push me away right away, doesn’t look surprised, just looks at me, up close, too close, with that calm that gets under my skin more than any punch. “Does it bother you that much?” he murmurs. “Everything about you bothers me,” I snap, “that attitude, that face like nothing matters, like you didn’t just destroy someone.” I tighten my grip. “You know what I think?” I add. “That all of this is a front, that whole perfect player act is just a show.” His eyes shift, just slightly. “Maybe,” I continue, lowering my voice, “girls aren’t enough for you.” The silence turns thick.

I see a fantasy. A soft breath slips out as Daniel steps closer. His hand hovers near my hip, teasing me with the barest brush of his fingers. I straighten, every inch of my exposed body alive, every heartbeat tightening the suspense in my chest and core. "Hot," Daniel says from behind me. He hands me a small microfiber cloth. "Now, I want you to clean my table and chair. Seductively." I take the cloth, my face burning as I approach the desk. My hands tremble as I press the microfiber over the smooth surface.