Dirty Rowdy Thing Novels & Stories

Neat black blazer, sleeves perfectly pushed up, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The kind of man that ruined your life. Ryan was here for one thing - an interview for the office secretary position. She could NOT mess this up. Ding. Then — THUD. The elevator jerked violently and stopped. The lights flickered. Ryan grabbed the rail. “What was that?” Ethan finally looked at her. Really looked at her. His eyes were a stormy grey. “You have got to be shitting me,” he muttered. Ryan rushed to the doors, banging on them with both fists.

(This time around,I will be more focused on the storyline rather than the smut,Sorry guys 😢) Intended for mature audiences only (18+).Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction. ---- Rowan's pov Campus legend, that’s what they called me in the dorms and locker rooms. The one who’ll suck you dry in the library , behind the gym, or in this exact filthy bathroom if you’re hard and willing. Rowan Davis: easy, shameless, and always down I hated feelings or any form of attachment. I only did cock.

Fuck me. " Ride me," Rowdy says as he pulls out on me. He lays down and I quickly straddled him. I grab his cock and lower myself onto him. He grabs my hips as I start to rock back and forth. Axel comes behind me and kisses my neck. I start to ride Rowdy harder. " Fuck baby girl. Ride my fucking cock." he grunts. I feel my muscles tighten. I feel my pussy squeeze him. " Fuck I'm cumming." Rowdy shouts. Axel reaches down and pinches my clit and I lose control. " Rowdy! Oh shit, I'm cumming."

The couch creaked violently under us. Later we took it to the balcony, the ocean wind cooling our overheated skin as Oliver fucked me bent over the railing and Ava took Julian’s cock in her mouth right beside us. By late afternoon we were exhausted but insatiable. We ordered food delivery and ate naked in the kitchen, feeding each other bites between kisses and touches. Ava suggested a game — truth or dare with sexual consequences. It quickly turned into another round of group sex on the kitchen island.

I rapidly ask the other two people in the room. Two of the three people closest to me. Ryder is checking for pulse to see if she's still breathing while Rowan, aka Red, sits on my favorite sofa, filling her nails with her stilettos-clad feet propped on my coffee table. "Serves her right if she dies. Crafty bitch!" She replies coolly without taking her eyes off the nail she's filing. "Jealous?" Ryder asks, chuckling in her direction She scoff "Of what!? That!? You must be out of..."

Suddenly I started feeling like throwing up. "I want to go back. It's too scary here." Richard whispered through gritted teeth. "And you think I'm feeling like dancing on the dance floor? Everyone looks scary and gross in this room." I grimaced. I walked forward, turned around, and looked around. In a corner, two tattooed and pierced men were having sex with one woman openly. The woman was screaming and taking two dicks inside her vagina at the same time. Oh my God, how?

“When you said you had a kink and you didn’t think I could handle it, I read a few tabloids, asked around. I got answers.” “Ah, babe.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “It’s lonely without you. Those girls are meaningless. Ryan and Call make sure everything that happens on the road is meaningless. And nailing someone by myself just got too…common. A twice-daily thing, like brushing your teeth.” Twice daily? With a stranger? And regular sex had become too boring? “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t say it to hurt you. I’m being honest. But you…

It was overwhelming, not just in the way it made my body react, but in the way it scattered my thoughts. That was the point, after all: to get lost in all this, to let it drown out everything else. If someone had told me even a month ago that I’d end up like this with Rowan, I would have laughed in their face. But here we were, and it wasn’t as awful as I expected it to be. Perhaps because it was such an unexpected and abrupt development. “Should we take a video of us fucking?” he suddenly suggested as he pulled out, the string of our saliva connecting us like an elastic band until they finally broke.

he said with an excited smile and I rolled my eyes muttering, “As if I didn’t already know that.” We were at Velvet Fist, as the music pumped through the place as loud as possible. There were naked hoes and even naked men lying here and there. The same place where I used to come before almost every night, now made my stomach turn up. I can’t believe I have had the public sex here. Every bitch is used to an extent by most of the men in the town. “Pfft! We really didn’t come here to see sloppy dicks hanging loose did we?” Ronan said, eyeing with disgust at the grown man who was tied to the center pole with handcuffs and his sloppy dick was hanging loose as three bitches took their turn to suck

The thought of going further, of letting this fire consume us was dizzying, terrifying, exhilarating. But the sensible part of me, the one that remembered whose house we were in and how thin the walls were, surfaced just long enough to whisper a shaky truth. "I... I want to," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, shy and trembling. "But we can’t... we can’t have sex." Rowan didn’t seem disappointed or frustrated; if anything, the heat in his eyes flared brighter, understanding mixed with something darker washing over his face. He dipped his head, brushing his nose against mine in a sweet, impossibly intimate gesture.