Dirty Gay Novels & Stories

" Not that she has ever bedded Bien… Not yet, anyway. “Uhhhhh… fuck… you’re still hard… Wait... I came already... still pumping into me… Damn it… I’m drying up YOU MANIAC!!! Ahhhh... slow... down.. shiiit...” “You came a little too fast... mmmph... baby girl. Now let me... ahhhh... give you four more... ungghhh... orgasms before I... mmmm... cum… ”Shiiiit… Ahhhh… you bastard… let me rub my clit… Yesss… Haaahhhh... I need to get… wet… Daaamn iiiit… you fuucking maniaac…” ”Yes, I am... and don't deny it... aahhhh... you love my big hard cock... mmmpphhh... that won't stop fucking you until... haahhh... you collapse, don’t you Stella? Now keep your legs wide open…aaahhh...”

finally broke with a soft cry and a hard clench of my walls around his fingers. He held me through it and then brought his wet fingers to my mouth so that I could taste the mixed evidence of everything we had done, the musky salty flavor of our joined releases coating my tongue and the act of it sending a fresh spark of heat through my core even under the continued gaze. His cock was hard again against my thigh, and the knowledge that the hunger between us still had not been fully exhausted made my own body answer with a renewed throb of need. He shifted us once more, guiding me onto my hands and knees on the bed, the position leaving me open and exposed, and the vulnerability of it mixed w

“Shit, baby sis… you look so fucking hot like this. Crying and gagging on my cock while you fuck your own fingers. Such a messy, needy girl for me.” The combination of his dirty words, his thick cock stretching my throat, and my fingers pumping in and out of my soaked pussy pushed me over the edge. I came hard, moaning loudly around him, my walls clenching tight around my fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My legs shook, tears streaming down my face. Kian cursed, his grip in my hair tightening. “Fuck— I’m gonna come.”

“Ahhh… you are so deep. I can feel you in my belly.” Wilder leaned over my back, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. “That is right. Daddy is ruining this little pussy. Gonna fill you up and knock you up right here in my car. You want that? Want me to breed this young womb?” The dirty words made me clench hard. “Yes! Daddy. Fill me with your cum. Knock me up in your backseat. Ahhh… please!” He fucked me faster, hips snapping against my ass. I came again, screaming his name as my legs shook.

I felt like a dirty whore that had been used and dumped. “You already did that, Keira,” Gary said smugly. Enraged, I stabbed a finger in the direction of the door. “Get out of my house.” Still smiling, he said, “sure, but only because I have things to do. I’ll be back though. We have a lot of things to talk about.”

“Why do you think I’m always asking about Damien Black’s story?” The intern was taken aback for the fourth time that day already. He was very ready to go home before there were any more revelations for him. He had never thought to consider the entire market for gay erotica. He had simply assumed it was for gay men like him. He would have to tell Darien about all of his discoveries to see what he would say. He wasn’t sure if he would pass on Adam’s feedback about his works though. Darien was not likely to take that one well. He had a feeling Darien would not like someone like Adam.

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

He let out a dark laugh, adding a third finger, stretching me, preparing me. “Such a greedy girl. Is this what you needed? A real man’s hand to stuff you full?” “Yes! God, yes!” My hips bucked, riding his hand right there in the open. I didn’t care who saw. The three fingers hit that spot that made my back arch. I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. The bar, the people, the world—it all faded away. There was only Damon’s fingers, his mouth on mine, his low, dirty words spilling into my ear.

Wasn't he afraid of being infected? "I'm a germaphobe, too. If you have sex with other women outside, don't come back and touch me. Otherwise, I'll vomit all over your body." A weird expression flashed on Daniel's face. This little fool always don't trust him. This was a very serious problem and he had to find a solution to it, or he will be in danger to be wronged by her at any time. "Honey, you can see from TV that all men come back home in the middle of the night when they have an affair. I go back home early every night to accompany you,"

Ronan barks then he slaps my tits and murmurs, “Dirty girl. You’re pleased you’ve got men twice your age jerking off, aren’t you?” That does it. I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me and it’s so good, I squirt all over the place, splashing the floor, the man sitting closest to us and ruining the table further. When I finally come down from my high, I see that the entire room is silent with shock and I freeze as well. I’m almost too scared to look down. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’ve ruined Ronan’s expensive pants. Damn it. I’m in deep fucking shit.