Dirty Rowdy Thing Novels & Stories

A woman is not allowed to be killed even in a war, you people kill her in love. -Unknown. |I R I S| He stands in front of me with his gray eyes fixed on me as if he wants to hide me from the world and hide in his pocket right now. Not to mention, Rowan is whining about his broken door in the background. Where I wished to listen to something romantic and musical, I am listening to his whining about his privacy that was killed brutally by his boss. His words not mine. He can be a bit dramatic.

He went through to the other side and got in. "You always get wet?" He asked. "I'm human." "Why don't we have sex right now?" I hit him on his head. "You're so raw. " "I've always imagined putting my cock into goddamn tight clits baby " The driver peeped through the front mirrow. "I find it amusing. Keep giving me erections." I clapped. "And my dick stands for you" "Just as my breasts points at it" There was silence. "Are you my wife?" Rowan asked and i laugh. "Hilarious"

“He doesn’t want you either. You’re throwing yourself at him like a sad puppy. You even got yourself bitten. What’s next? Gonna tattoo his name on your forehead?” “You don’t know what you’re talking about—” “No? You’re just desperate. That’s all this is. Is your pussy that damn itchy, Rowena?” she said, tilting her head with the nastiest grin. Something snapped in me. “Yeah, maybe it is! And guess who I want to scratch it, huh? Not you. So do the world a favor and go choke on your blood pack, bitch!” The room erupted in gasps again, some people laughing, others frozen.

He says tiredly like he handled issues like this almost every day. I can’t sit down, so I death-grip the back of my chair for the rest of Rowan’s dance. Guys keep holding out dollar bills to her, and she lets them slide the money into the waistband of her G-string, and their fingers accidentally-on-purpose graze her flesh. Every time one of these lowlifes touch her, I want to drag them out of here by their hair, but the bouncer has his arms folded and his narrowed gaze directed right at me as he watched me like a hawk.

Rougher. “Ngh… this feels so…” I moaned, going faster until I came hard, my breath hitching and my heart thudding violently in my chest like a galloping horse. Rowan released a lewd grunt and then came in his pants as well. “Fuck,” he growled. “Now we have to shower again. You’re such a naughty little fox.” “Am I? Or are you just too horny to resist me?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

I was so desperate I wanted Rowan to flip me over and take me until I couldn’t move, but instead I stayed exactly where I was, caged between his legs, whimpering against his chest. “Please,” I breathed, my thighs trembling and my insides coiling tight, and then I came hard, my whole body shaking with it. Rowan didn’t stop, and neither did the audience around us. The men stroked themselves and the women worked their toys, their moans and cries layering over mine. Looking at me had made them horny, that thought alone made my needy pussy beg for more. Before I had fully come down, Rowan rose from behind me and pulled me to my feet. “Are we leaving?” I managed, unsteady on my legs.

"You're trying to kill him." "I'm just dancing." "You're performing a mating call and you know it." Maybe I am. Maybe I want him to want me so badly he can't stand it. Maybe I want to drive him crazy the way he's been driving me crazy since this whole thing started. The song changes to something heavier, dirtier. The crowd responds with increased intensity—bodies pressing closer, movements becoming more explicit. Near us, a couple has given up any pretense of dancing and is straight up dry-humping against a speaker.

Right now, he was calming his desire to take her another time, it was hard when she was snuggling into him comfortably naked. He was struggling to calm his heated blood and thickening length, so Rowan carefully removed himself from Alicia’s hold. He bit his fist she turned the other side, her bare backside sticking out. He just wanted to nip it. Shaking his head, Rowan turned away from his sexy mate. He was acting like a d*mned teenage boy unable to control himself. Rowan stopped at the mini bar to the side of the high arched window of the old manor. After pouring a whiskey, he sipped on the content and watched the darkness outside. The moon was bright tonight and…

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.