Dirty Smut Novels & Stories

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

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.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

“And I’m going to take you so hard that you’ll be crying for me to stop.” Tears welled up in my eyes once again and I nodded my head, struggling to breath and practically riding him and chasing my orgasm, only for him to remove his fingers from me and robbing me of my release. “Damon,” I gasped, scoffing and whimpering at the same time. “You know what I want to hear,” he answered with a smirk, taking a step back from me and bringing his sticky, cumm-covered fingers to his lips and licking them off his fingers.

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

Although the police are actively pursuing and preventing this crime, this criminal activity is still going on vigorously because the profits are too much. - It stinks. – Lucasta grimaced and frowned. - Yes, but after being marinated with chemicals, they will become delicious fresh meat and make Lucasta salivate. – Samson smiled, and wrapped his arms around her waist, preparing to take her out. - Are you still teasing me? Can't harvest anything. – Lucasta lightly pinched him, pretending to be angry. Before he took her away from the smelly warehouse, she took a few photos. She did not want her and Samson's efforts to be meaningless.

I say and they laugh again The Shameless whore didn't see us until we were in her face. "I see you're now married to my boyfriend's hoodie. Slut!..." I say hatefully and she blushes out of embarrassment. Goddess! I don't think I've ever hated anyone the way I hate this girl in my life I watched in amusement as she hurriedly removed and folded the shirt before stretching her hands towards me as if I would ever wear her filthy sweat and body odor on my body. "Ewww..." I hear Samantha say beside me in disgust Yeah eww... What an insult! I thought and snatch it away from her, throwing it on the ground, barely resisting the urge to step on the darn thing in rage

This particular evening, she excused Isa to our bedroom, before looking me in my eyes and whispering, “He’s gone out of his mind totally child, out his mind! Just do what he asks, and we will prove him the fool.” Confused, I allowed mama to lead me into their bedroom; to my surprise there was no one else in the room except Smitty. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sweating bullets, shaking, and holding a pink cardboard box. He threw the box to me and said, “Piss on the stick. Your whore ass ain’t had no period in 2 got damn months and I swear as God be my witness girl if yo’ ass pregnant you can call it curtains!”

Their hot breath condenses in the plane window. "Like what you saw, my love?" He sexily grinned. Limping under his raw touch, her gaze dropped to his lower body. Sumire was awestruck by his massive raw frame and gasped as Mort released his engorge, enormous and maddening shaft now fully naked in her sight. The man wasted no time, he teasingly rubs his arousal into her pool of wetness and plunges inside her without hesitation.