Dirty Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

She weaved her fingers through her head. He nodded nervously, tilting his head to the side, trying to decipher if her reaction was a good one or not. But he got his answer. She launched quickly at him, her right hand grabbed his balls and squeezed them. She locked her body to his and placed her other hand on his chest. His body quaked in pain against hers. Anybody looking at them would mistakenly think that their position was intimate… well except Randy. His eyes bulged out when he saw the action, he could not exactly hear what the couple were chatting about, but he knew that Brant just pressed the wrong button. 'Fire in the hole!!!' Randy's brain screamed in amusement.

"And why did you think I am interested in their hook-up? It's her Vagina; give it whoever she wants," He arched his brow with a smirk, Why do we always talk so dirty, "But why yours’s itching." I tweaked my neck back and forth, "My vagina is not itching for him and fuck off. What the heck we are talking," "I thought, Darius, is special..." My nose flared with warm air, I am fucking tired of people making him special in my life. "He is just A FRIEND," I yelled. Everyone looked at us; Max slid back, leaving me in the spotlight.

I tapped it open without thinking much at first figuring it was probably her texting to keep arguing or tell me off for being an asshole earlier in the hall when Mom and Dad made us do the whole contact swap thing but what loaded up wasn’t text it was a video and the thumbnail made my stomach twist because it looked like skin and her face and I hit play before I could even process what the hell I was looking at. There she was in what had to be her room lights low shorts pushed down around her ankles legs spread just enough and her fingers moving between them slow at first circling and then dipping in with these wet sounds I could hear even on low volume and her face all flushed eyes half clo

My brain short-circuits completely and Rhyssa clinks her glass against mine with a grin completely oblivious to my reaction. "Oh well..." she sighs dramatically. "Here’s to getting good dick! Lord knows how scarce it is nowadays..." I can only stare at her wordlessly as she takes a final drag of her cigarette before trashing it. This woman is insane!! She's all beauty, confidence and terrifyingly vulgar insanity wrapped in red silk and sharp eyeliner! Suddenly she notices my shocked expression and her smile falters. "Wait a second..." Her eyes narrow suspiciously. "You have had sex before, right?"

Just what I needed. “That all you got?” I say, spitting to the side. “Not even close,” he answers. Of course not. We collide again, harder this time, dragging a chair in the process, more people crowd into the room, someone tries to pull us apart, but neither of us is in the mood to listen. Eventually, two or three guys manage to separate us, holding us back like we’re about to go at it again. I’m breathing hard, chest rising and falling, knuckles burning, face throbbing.

His fingers tighten against my waist—hot, firm, unyielding. Driz lets out a low chuckle, stepping back. "Nice meeting you, Dia. Let's hang out sometime." I barely manage a nod before he walks away, leaving me alone with Ruther. The air between us? Heavy. Charged. Dangerous. Then, he kisses me. Not soft. Not sweet. Demanding. I gasp, pushing against his chest. "What the h*ll is wrong with you? Stop it!" Ruther pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes? D*rk. H*ngry.

I smirk, leaning back against the headboard as I type my response. Me: We’ll see about that. Now, prove you're worth my time. Moments later, a message pings. Attached is a photo. It’s cropped right at the waist, but it’s enough to make my breath hitch. Toned abs, a faint V-line, and lower... well, let’s just say User B isn’t lacking. My dick stirs to life as I stare at the screen. He’s confident, and he’s got the body to back it up.

hahaha. Me: you! (Fuming) 😠 that's why I don't like you. Armaan: sweetheart, the feeling is mutual. 😜 *Exchanging glares* 😡😡 Me: go to hell. No one's getting another chapter. (Huffs) I need to start working on my other story too for MY fans. 😑 Armaan: such a selfish girl. Tsk tsk. My poor Ayesha. She had to stick with someone soo selfish. 😒

“Such a f*ckng tease. I want to know how wet you are for me.” “You should look down. These lace panties are ruined because of you. Keep your hands on the mattress. Good Boy. Oh, F*UCK! YES! Ahhh!” I dug my slit into him so hard that the lace started to cut in where it had shifted. I didn’t stop until I rode the whole wave out though, this was too good. My p*ssy walls are still vibrating and pulsing, but I finally move to climb off of Ryker.

“Only you....fuck....harder..” He obliged. One hand slid down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast, rough circles while he pounded her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Mara’s legs shook, thighs slick with her own arousal. She came first, hard, and sudden.... her walls clamping down like a fist, pulsing around him, soaking his cock and dripping down her legs. She cried his name, body convulsing, nails scraping the door.