Novel & Cerita Dirty Short Stories

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

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fuck. I collapsed, gasping for air, my face smeared with cum and my pussy overflowing. I lay there, shivering and broken, but as I looked up, I saw the remaining students stepping forward. They weren't tired. They were just getting warmed up. The tension in the room hadn't broken; it had only intensified. I was a ruined, dripping mess, and I knew that the next few hours were going to be an endless cycle of submission and pleasure.

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

he panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. ‎ ‎"Really? I've thought about taking your gym shorts off every morning when you walk past my house, but I could not bring myself to do or say anything" I whispered to his lips as he kissed me again. ‎ ‎"Well that makes two of us. I guess we could thank the heat wave, yeah" he added inbetween kisses. ‎

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Third fucking orgasm. Fucking hell, I have never in all my years of having sex met a man who is as generous as this man that I know absolutely nothing about. Most of the men I fuck have the stamina of a fucking sloth, and they would cum once and decide they’ve done a million fucking years of labor. And don’t even get me started on the sizes of their cock, Morningstar’s cock makes all their cocks look like dwarves, and I don’t mean individually, I mean combined.

“We’re not leaving this cabin until I fuck you raw tonight.” Ryan’s words hung heavy in the air as he hovered over me, his body still pinning me to the bed. My cum soaked through my shorts, sticky and warm against my skin. I lay there panting, heart racing, trying to process what the hell just happened. “Ryan... wait,” I breathed, but he was already moving. His big hands grabbed the waistband of my soaked shorts and yanked them down my legs in one rough pull, tossing them across the room.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Tomorrow night, Same time. Chapter 5 I barely made it home from lunch before the shaking started. My thighs were still slick with Lucashis release from the bathroom mixing with my own shameful arousal. I stripped off the red silk dress in my tiny apartment bathroom and stood under the hottest shower I could stand, scrubbing until my skin turned pink. It didn’t help. Every drop of water felt like his hands. Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits.