Novel & Cerita Dirty Romance Stories

Ryan angled his neck, already moving to claim his lips, they both met each other halfway, moaning deeply at the feeling. Damien kissed the leaner man so hard, his hand tightening on his small waist while pushing him backwards. The actor's hands roamed everywhere, touching, grazing, grabbing and settling behind his neck while using his pads to tickle the back of his neck. Damien shivered, cutting off the kiss while resting his forehead on Ryan’s. “Fuck” “Shhh, you talk too much,” Ryan muttered through heavy breathing.

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

His free hand slipped under the shirt, palming my breasts, rolling and pinching my sensitive nipples until I was squirming and grinding against the hard ridge of his cock. Every slow circle of my hips made him groan. Every tug on my nipples sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I was aching, empty, and so turned on I could barely think. “Darcy…” I whispered desperately, turning to kiss him hungrily, pouring all my need into it. He stood up with me still wrapped around him, carrying me toward the bedroom, our dinner completely forgotten on the table. “I need to fuck you properly now, baby.” My heart raced with excitement and love as he kicked the door open. These little moments made ev

I spoke, coldly, shedding whatever was left of my clothing to the floor; his eyes trailed slowly from my feet to my hair, and for a moment I'd seen the glimpse of the man he truly was in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm checking out now. This was a mistake; where are the both of them? Ariel and Darren? We should probably head home." He started turning towards the door when I tutted with an exaggerated sigh. “Alina’s probably in one of these rooms, making love to Darren, because that’s what he wants to experience. He wants soft sex, way . We spoke about this. No one’s backing out, no Damon… not me,” I said, hooking my arms around his neck. I swallowed hard, revealing my fingers across the bulge of h

“We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.” I blinked several times. One part of me was happy that I would get to do the things I've always dreamt to do with him but the other part was skeptical about the result. I would just feel like his one-night stands; we do the deed and that's all. “I think these rules will do for now. I need to go to bed and think over this,” I said, feeling tired all of a sudden. I opened the door and was about to leave when he got out of the car before me

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Your husband probably thinks you're too old for this. Bet he's never seen you this soaked. Never heard the way you moan when someone else is in control.” He was right. So fucking right. I had never gotten this wet for my husband. I do get wet, though, but not dripping like this. It was because he never did foreplay. He just went straight into sex, and I hated it, because I loved being touched the way Nikolai was touching me right now.

Under the table, Damien’s fingers teased her again, playing with his own cum that was still leaking out of her. By the time the event ended, Mia was desperate for more. In the car on the way back, Damien pulled over on a quiet road and fucked her again — this time in the backseat, rough and fast, with her riding him while he gripped her ass and called her his dirty secret. Their dangerous affair was becoming bolder. And far more addictive.

Around three, Elena said she needed to run to town for wine for dinner, and Damian told her to take her time, and the second the front door closed, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his office. He locked the door, pushed me against his desk, and then his mouth was on mine before I could breathe. I kissed him back hard, angry, hungry, and desperate. My hands yanked his shirt open, buttons popping, and his went up my skirt, finding me soaked. “Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You’ve been wet all day?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Because of you. Because of her.” He lifted me onto the desk, shoved my skirt to my waist, and spread my legs wide before dropping to his knees.

His length stays upright, standing tall as a blatant dare. I crawl over his waist, leaning down to press a quick, mocking kiss to the tip before positioning myself over his thigh. Now I just want to see how far I can push him. How much of that calm, stubborn control I can strip away. “Tell me a Bible story, Brock,” I whisper, slowly guiding his tip to my aching cunt. “I heard you used to be quite the storyteller in your youth.” I lower myself onto him, but I stop halfway. I refuse to take the full length. When dealing with a man who can split you in half, holding back is the only way to survive.