Novel & Cerita Dirty Rowdy Thing

"What happens when the both of you find your mates? Will you break up then? Are you just hooking up for the fun of it?” Rhydar grins. "I don't think so. I adore him, you see? He gives the best orga—" I smack Rhydar on the chest to shut him up. Because...what the heck? Theo steps back, exasperated and red-faced, muttering, "You're both...disgusting," before storming off. I let out a shuddering breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. My wolf growls in frustration. I’d survived. Barely.

"What the hell are you talking about? He was being disrespectful to my girlfriend. He was crossing a line that he knew was there and he was doing it on purpose. That has nothing to do with trusting you. That has everything to do with not trusting him." "It's the same thing!" she yells. "I am a groupie, Rowen. Don't you get it? I have had sex with almost every guy in that room." "Stop," I say quietly. "Dirty, filty, depraved, sometimes voyeuristic sex with almost all of them." "Stop." "Their dick. My pussy. Connecting. Sometimes their dick and my face. Sometimes their dick and my...."

Some men in the club walked over to her side when they saw that she's drunk to take advantage of her but she gave them mean looks that made them scurry away. "Don't fucking come near me, you assholes. I'm not drunk" she kept on repeating. But there was a pervert who wasn't ready to back down. "You're hella sexy, you bitch. What is a sexy bitch doing here all by herself?? Let's go to the room and have some fun" the pervert said as he tried to pull her up from her chair. The other men laughed and supported him. "I said, don't fucking touch me, you fucking pervert" Margaret retorted as she pushed him off weakly and almost fell her out chair as she's starting to see double.

“My option was once limited to a flowing dinner gown, but now, it’s open to anything that will look good on me.” His eyes slowly ran through me with a flirtatious grin on his face. “You look good in anything love, but you look more perfect in nothing.” My thigh clenched to ease the sudden traitorous ache between my legs. I looked out the window. I will not have dirty thoughts or have sex with him while he’s handling the steering. “You’re going to be there tomorrow right?” “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” I noticed him staring at me but refused to look at him. He placed his hand on mine. “Stop doing that, you’re going to draw blood.” I didn’t even realize I was picking my pinky finger until

And now this. Molly’s eyes narrowed, voice cracking with venom. “You’re a pathetic slut, you know that? Three guys, Grace? At once? What the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t blink. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I wanted them. They wanted me. That’s it.” She scoffed, almost laughed. “You think that makes you powerful? That just makes you disgusting.” I tilted my head, watching her unravel. “You can call it whatever you want, Molly. But I’m not the one who snuck into someone’s room to sabotage their life because I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.”

The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

I was so comfortable but I slowly moved to our table, where I started to look at the menu. Talon made his way back to me and sat down. “I hope you didn’t mind the whole sitting in my lap. I didn’t mean to cross boundaries.” He said. He was sincere about it, I knew his intentions weren’t bad. I wish we’d get to do it again honestly. The night carried on as we laughed, ate and gambled. This was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. “Are you getting tired?” Talon asked me. I honestly was tired, but I didn’t want the night to end. “Let’s go dance” I said, he looked at me as if I were crazy but I didn’t care. I imagined what his body was feeling close to mine for once. I grabbed his hand, bringin

“Fucked two girls in the same night at a party. One in the bathroom, one in the backyard ten minutes apart. Didn’t even wash my dick in between. They both swallowed too.” The game moved fast after that. Truths got dirtier quick. Rowan admitted he liked eating ass more than pussy sometimes. Ryker said he got off on watching his brother fuck and then sliding in right after. I felt my face burning hotter than the water every time they spoke. My dick was fully hard now floating under the surface aching every time a jet hit it just right.

“You’re gonna learn to take all three of us.” And just like that, our filthy little group got bigger. My world became a non-stop porno. It was all about how many cocks I could take, how many loads I could swallow, how many times they could make me scream and squirt. We were in the locker room one a certain day, the air still thick with sweat and testosterone. Rowan cornered me by the showers, his hand sliding down to palm my ass over my shorts. “You know we’ve done some wild shit, Noelle,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “But I’m fucking starving for more. I wanna ruin you.”