Novel & Cerita Dirty Fanfiction

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

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Their attention sharpened instantly. “He could never forgive me,” I said, voice barely above a whisper, “for having a miscarriage.” Noah’s jaw dropped open like gravity had yanked it down. He blinked, stunned. “How could he blame you for that?” I stared at the wall, a pit yawning open in my stomach. “He said my body was broken,” I murmured. “That he didn’t think I could ever have children.” “Bullshit,” Dennis growled. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. The sheer weight of the words made the air dense.

"But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice." Felix's laugh was low and sensual. "Only once or twice?" Before she could answer, his thumb found the damp center of her panties, pressing firmly against her clit through the silk. Wendy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "So responsive," Felix murmured, increasing the pressure. "I've imagined making you wet like this during every boring budget meeting for the past year." His confession sent another rush of heat between her legs. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, his thumb now moving in slow circles. "I need to hear you say it."

“Her heart rate is at its peak. Her vitals are stable, but I wouldn’t recommend pushing her much further without a break.” Damien nodded. He dismissed the doctor with a look. Alistair Finch gave me a sympathetic glance before leaving the room. Damien unstrapped me. He pulled the machine away. He then stripped off his clothes, his own cock thick and rigid. He knelt between my shaking legs. “You were perfect,” he murmured, his voice for the first time holding something other than command. It held a dark, possessive pride. “You took it all. You are mine. Completely.”

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

Lucian's helpful touch was overlayered by memories of their painful administrations, and it left me shattered. ​No matter how much I scrubbed my skin under the warm water that eventually turned cold, I still felt just as dirty. ​Sassy returns my way and I shake my head to push the painful memories back. I make quick work of picking up and throwing away her mess, gagging throughout the task while Sassy watched with a happy tongue flopping out of her mouth. I shake my head at her, my heart warming at her helpless innocence. I pet her a little longer than usual before we make our way back inside.

I remember how good he felt and how I hated it when the dream was over, I was left wanting more. “Not God, Dara.” He bends down, his forked tongue grazing across the shell of my ear. “Your devil.”The headboard slams into the wall and I lift my hands to grab the edge, to try to silence it so my neighbours don’t hear. Rafe growls and pins my wrists above my head. “Let them hear. I want everyone to hear how I’m claiming you. How I’m fucking you. How I’m going to make you scream. How I’ll make you beg.” He lowers his voice, licking the fresh bite on my neck. “How I’ll take you so hard, so rough, you’ll beg me to stop.” He slams into me just as his tentacle suctions to my clit while the other sli