Dirty Fanfiction Jacob Sartorius Novels & Stories

I told him. “Please stop acting as if you are the cleanest woman in the whole universe. You are not just an ordinary maid but one of Jacob’s whore, right?” Honestly, it was shocking to hear it from Stefan. The insult was more damaging emotionally, but he was right. I became one of Jacob’s whore, and although he claimed to love me, who knew the truth? Jacob has always been a philandering bastard, and he may have claimed to love me because it was convenient for him.

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Chapter 1 Sophia’s POV My fingers were flying across the keyboard, heart hammering like a fucking drum while I whispered the words out loud, low and filthy, just to feel them in my mouth. “Her stepdad caught her typing those filthy stories and bent her over, shoving his thick cock into her soaked cunt without a word…” The door creaked open behind me and I froze, mid-sentence, pussy already tingling from my own dirty imagination. Robert stood there in the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered in his worn jeans and tight black t-shirt, looking for whatever tool he’d left behind earlier.

he asked back and looked at the woman. "Well, I'm very happy now with this glamorous woman," Jacob said and looked at the woman. Nathan was stunned when the woman smiled at him like an angel. "Anyways, this is-" Jacob couldn't continue what he was talking about when everything went black. Nathan sighed. Jacob's dream had ended. Maybe he woke up. That's right. Nathan was in dreams. Nathan was a dream traveller. He can travel in anyone's dream but he couldn't control his dream. Anyways, he's not dreaming. He's real.

I shuddered at his dark, detailed fantasy of my demise. He replied, “Yes, I know. I’m very sadistic for a teenager. I just enjoy sucking the life out of pretty girls as they scream at the top of their lungs.” Well, at least he thought I was pretty. He took a step closer to me; his eyes bore into mine & I could honestly tell that he wanted a piece of me. He’d really kill me if I ever gave him the chance. Brit said, “Leave her alone!” “Didn’t I say to shut it, Brit the slut?” Jacob rudely said.

Jacob arrived an hour later, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, eyes sharp. “This is amateur,” he said after reading it. “Which makes it dangerous.” Arielle folded her arms. “How?” “Because it’s not sophisticated enough to collapse under its own weight,” he replied. “It’s designed to stall you, bleed momentum, and poison trust.” Damian stood near the window, jaw tight. “Who?” he asked. Jacob’s gaze flicked to him. “Not Severin.” Damian turned. “You’re sure?” “Yes,” Jacob said. “This lacks patience, severin likes to orchestrate. This is one man with a knife.”

Kept her full always. Moans poured from her. Loud. Filled the air. Turned me wild. I jerked hard. Cock throbbed in my hand. Humiliation burned. My wife double-stuffed by strangers. But arousal won. Pre-cum slicked my palm. They pounded her. Hard. Bedsprings creaked. Sweat glistened on their bodies. Nina's skin flushed red. Tits bounced wild. Hands gripped sheets. Clawed them. Jake grunted first. "Gonna cum... in your ass." Thrusts erratic. Buried deep. Shot ropes. Hot cum filled her ass.

The command hung in the air, a shard of ice in the warm, moonlit room. Get on the bed. Get on your hands and knees. And wake up your husband. Sofia stared at Lucas, her reflection in the full-length mirror a stranger dressed in the trappings of a pornographic fantasy. The black lace was a second skin, a brand of ownership that felt tighter and more constricting than any rope. The crotchless panties were a deliberate, humiliating exposure, a constant, cool draft against her most sensitive flesh.

Not to mention I was pretty sure she was a virgin, too, so it wasn’t like she could act like she knew more than me on that front. “Hey, no judgment. I’ve always thought this whole rivalry was dumb. Plus, he’s hot. I saw him come out of their store and I was like, ‘Damn, Dani. Get that ass.’” “Please stop talking.” “I’m not the one getting dick pics at a coffee shop.” Jacob had sent me a dick pic? Frantic, I looked at my phone, only to find a fairly benign text waiting for me. Red roses or pink?