Dirty One Direction Preferences Novels & Stories

Ezra barks at me. I spread wide as he takes me hard. "Ummm, such a good whore," Ezra says as he takes my cunt hard. "Fuck me, please," I scream. His cock rides my cunt harder and faster. My walls vibrate, and I am so ready to cum for Ezra. "Not yet, my little whore. I want you to cum when I take your ass," Ezra says. He pulls out of my pussy and waits for me to protest. "I love anal. Take my ass," I say.

“This. This is exactly why, Sir. I want to taste you. I want you to please me most hotly. And, please, don’t just fck me with your finger. I want—Oooooh! I want your cck. I want your big cck ramming me deep and hard, fcking me like I’m a sx-starved slt. Just... ugh! Just f*ck my brains out, will you?!” Since when did this timid woman learn to talk dirty? Whatever. He has no ability to refuse right now. Which was weird because he was not the type of guy who was easily swayed to have casual s*x. He doesn’t easily give in to the advances of women. But, this time, all the pores of his body were screaming only one thing at him... F*CK HER. HARD. NOW. And he did. Noah didn’t even notice when his l

He nodded, “but you won’t be with all four of us at the same time every time. We know there will be times you are with just one of us or two of us and that’s okay, we won’t get jealous. You have to have individual relationships with each of us and one with all of us to make this work, we know that. We can plan something, so you don’t have to worry about one or two of us having more dates than the others if you want.” “Okay,” She nodded, “I don’t want to worry about jealous or favoritism or anything like that.” Asher chuckled, “We already know Raze is the favorite, Babe. You knew him before us, it’s to be expected. Don’t worry about it. As long as we get time with you as well, we don’t mind.”

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

His words sank in, settling in my chest like a warm fire and making my pulse spike with a mixture of lust and longing. He wrote more. “I’m new here, and while I’m not looking for a relationship, I want a steady and consistent partner. I want someone who shares my kinks and also enjoys real conversation. I’m not interested in something quick with no connection. I need aftercare and time to talk. If that’s not what you want, then I’m not the Dom for you. I’m demanding and intense, and I know what I want, but I’m not cruel. I take my time and won’t stop until both your body and your mind feel right, and we both get what we need.”

he asked, voice low and filthy. “Yes,” I moaned, rocking against his hand. “It made me feel so dirty… and so fucking turned on. I kept thinking about you watching me. About what you were going to do to me.” Victor pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them. Taste how wet you are for me.” I opened my mouth obediently and sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them as I tasted myself. He watched me with dark, hungry eyes, his cock visibly straining against his pants.

Dave and Amy had two kids, and Tony was divorced, with a daughter, and he made it absolutely clear the weekends he got with her were the most important thing in his life, so we only played every other week end, sometimes squeezing in an extra Friday. We had been doing it for about five months, refining, getting better, until we were a well oiled machine, almost flawless. Tony and I were the only singles in the band, so we got hit on a lot. It was fun for a little while, and we were careful, no marrieds, always with protection. It was no strings attached sports sex, fine if that's what you wanted, but we both realized how silly it was for forty somethings to act like teens, and we both slacke

I had spent lots of nights in bed thinking about many different ways this man could fold me, but never in those imaginations did he fold me in this dirty garage, as it rained outside. “I think…” Silas whispered, leaning down until his lips were inches from my ear, “that you like coming down here. I think you like the way I look at you when I’m pissed off. I think you enjoy it when I shout at you. You’re tired of being in charge all the time, and you always are in charge. You have your parents, a long line of servants waiting to do your bidding, no one ever challenges you, no one ever talks back at you…” His tongue darted out and licked my earlobe ever so tenderly, causing me to shudder.