Dirty Rowdy Thing Mga Nobela at Kwento

I probably would’ve been in bed before midnight. Rowan shook his head and stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Dude? You seriously just passed up a night of sexual greatness most guys would sacrifice their left nut for.” “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Boobs good, no boobs bad. Can we move on now?”

"If you are just gonna stand there whole day and watch the show, then I suggest you get your fucking ass out." My brows lowered and I tried to follow his gaze but his huge body hid whoever was standing there. The person didn't reply, making me tense as ever. "Fucking come out would you?" Ezra's agitated, deep voice ringed in the room. The atmosphere turned damp and heavy. It felt as if, something---or rather someone, dangerous lurked around in the shadows. Suddenly a gash of wind flew by me. I froze in my spot, so did Ezra. His head whipped to my left and he seethed, "I hate hide and seek, you should fucking know that dipshit. Stop playing with me."

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

His usual sleek hair was left untamed and careless, tumbling over his brows in a careless way that was adorable. I wrinkled my nose mischievously, “You both are dressed the same. All coupley and cutesy. It’s adorable.” Rowan made exaggerated puking sounds and Lyn glared at her irritatedly before turning to me. “Ignore her. I also noticed the same thing but was wise enough to act mature.” Rowan rolled her eyes at Lyn’s emphasis on the word ‘mature’ then flipped him off. “Eat shit and die, Lyn.”

he began, looking both sides at the two hefty men that held him. Both men had worn-out clothes with stitched-up patches on different places. One of them had overgrown bushy hairs on his hair and face, while the other’s face looked like a desert. Not even a single strand could be found on his head or face. The things they had in common were their hugeness and disheveled appearances. “What were you planning on doing to the lady?” the hairy one on his left boomed dangerously. His teeth were darkened with what seemed like many years of tobacco intake, and his breath stunk of smoke and decayed food.

“Your cunt is creaming all over a stranger’s cock at 35,000 feet. You’re such a filthy little mile-high slut.” Riley bit her lip hard, trying to stay quiet as her hips rocked subtly against him. The slow, deep thrusts made wet, soft squelching sounds under the blanket. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she breathed, voice trembling with lust and fear. “Anyone could wake up… anyone could see…”

On my wedding day, my fiancee, Alisson Poole, never shows up. Neither do her bridesmaids. I stand alone at the altar all day, enduring a roomful of pitying and contemptuous stares. After 999 rejected calls, I finally accept that she has fled the wedding. Back in our empty home, I see a post from her first love, Rhett Barker. "The art I want to explore with you goes beyond the soul. It includes the body, too." In the photo, Alisson wears the million-dollar custom wedding dress I bought her. She and her six bridesmaids kneel commando at his feet. Their eyes are dazed, burning with raw desire. They look at him like he's their deity, eager to be his most devoted followers. I stare at the

Chapter twenty-five:[The in-laws' set-up] While Rhoda prepares for breakfast, Rudolfs becomes uneasy and appears to be struggling against something. "I can't deny the sexual satisfaction that I experience with my lovely sexy wife since we got married," he says, "until we have two wonderful kids." "Why can't my mind get rid of such elicit images of the sexy topless dancers on that nightspot?" he continues. Rudolf muses," and my excitement as I watch and gaze at them is palpable! ”

The sight before me made my stomach churn. Rowan’s head snapped toward me, his growl low and guttural. “Who the fuck…” His voice trailed off, his eyes widening when he recognized me. Lydia rolled her eyes, unwrapping her bare legs from around him as if she’d merely been inconvenienced. She didn’t bother covering herself until Rowan shifted, pulling himself away from her. He stood, sweaty and disheveled, lipstick smeared across his skin like a brand of shame.

Not with one mistake in a classroom, but with all the times after when you know better and still open the door anyway. Romeo’s fingers traced slow circles on my skin. “Tomorrow,” he said quietly, kissing my neck. “After mom and dad leave for work, I want to fuck your ass till you cum through your wet cunt and not be able to walk properly again.” My heart skipped a beat. He wants to fuck my ass hole, oh God, he really wants to ruin me. And I want him to, I don't want him to stop, even if we're blood.