Novel & Cerita Dirty Smut Stories

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

A story where the smut wasn’t just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people aren’t just in love… they belong to each other. 💍 Thank you for riding with them to the very end. This book is now COMPLETED. But their love? That will always live on. With all my heart, Thank you. O.J🖤

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.”

“You two really couldn’t wait for me, huh? Started the party early.” Julian chuckled darkly, finally easing his thick length out of me with a long, obscene pop. Thick white strands of his cum immediately dripped from my swollen, puffy pussy onto the sheets below. “She’s all warmed up and sloppy for you now, son. Come take your turn. Our dirty little secret just got a whole lot more fun.” Oliver stripped fast, his shirt and shorts hitting the floor in a heap. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and already leaking at the tip, curving upward with eagerness.

I grabbed my phone eventually and started searching After I get Jax hair And then what? Tell the winner congratulations, you knocked up your student or your stepsister? My stomach rolled hard and I swallowed against the nausea. "Three loads from the same dick today and I am still pretending this is not completely fucked," I whispered to the dark room, laughing a little even though it came out shaky. The laugh turned into something thicker, eyes stinging because yeah, it was funny in the most pathetic way. Here I was, pregnant by who knows who, fucking my stepbrother while my mom cooked dinner downstairs, leaking cum like some bad porno, and all I could do was crack jokes so I did not start b

"Oh God, yes... harder." I obliged, sucking deeper, drawing whimpers from her throat. Switched to the other, lavishing it with wet pulls, her body trembling. "You taste like sin," I said against her skin, voice rough. Emmy tugged at my shirt. "Your turn. Fair's fair." I stripped it off, letting her hands roam my chest, tattoos snaking over muscles honed from stage life. She traced the ink, eyes wide. "These stories... tell me one."

I started to move my cock slowly inside her. Just then I heard a knock. I didn't stop soon I heard the door opening. "What the fuck is going on here?" On time as expected! I smirked against her lips while kissing her. ****************************************** ✨Hi guys, ✨Who do you think it was? How are they gonna react to it? ✨So how was the chapter? It's my first time writing a smut that to forced. ✨Do let me know!! ✨ Please do vote and share my story guys

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”