Dirty Talk Adalah Novels & Stories

Daniel is gorgeous, all sharp angles and hard muscle. Even now, I can see the thick ridge of his erection straining against the duvet. When he notices me staring, he finally pulls his hand out, but the smirk stays. "Can I tell you a secret?" he asks, closing the laptop tab. I swallow. “What.” "Okay, listen up," he says, sitting up straight. "I have a problem. A very serious problem, and our parents know it." "What problem?" He watches me for a few seconds. "Hmm, I guess I’ll be keeping it to myself," he teases, his eyes dark. "At least for now... but just know p**n helps me. Especially when the girls have you and your hot momma’s face."

He whispers as he stands and strips down, freeing his hard and ready cock. I gave him one good look and gulped. He smirks as he rips the condom paper with his teeth and slides it over. "Now, I'll make you scream my name." he says in a dark and lustful tone as he slides into me, filling every inch of my core.

Noah’s voice curled around me like smoke, low and teasing, thick with lust. “But I’ve been dying to know,” he said as he dragged his knuckles along my thigh, “who made you cum the hardest yesterday?” Heat rippled down my spine. My lips parted, but the answer caught in my throat. I looked between them, between the hungry eyes and the tension winding in their shoulders. “Honestly,” I murmured, swallowing hard, “it’s all so hazy. I can’t remember.” Dennis stepped closer, his body radiating purpose. “We need to remedy that right away, Doctor.”

“Wait. You've not seen it?” “Ava, I'll call you back”. I said, clicking the red button. My hands were shaking so bad as I turned on my mobile data to check the internet. Immediately I logged in, my eyes caught the first popped up news. Headline; THE DEVIL OF ITALY CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH A WOMAN. In the picture, i looked just as Ava had described. Blurry and partly showed. While Damien still with that sophisticated and untouchable aura, held me firm by the waist like I was going to run if he took his hand off me for even a second.

he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “So you’re the type of director who fucks strangers in a gay bar, and that stranger turns out to be your intern… isn’t that funny?” I teased, a faint smirk forming on my lips as I tilted my head. His jaw tightened. “No, it’s not,” he answered flatly. “It was only a one-night stand, and nothing is going to happen between us again.” My gaze dropped briefly to his lips before lifting again. “Are you sure you don’t want to feel my wet ass again?” I murmured, my tone light but deliberate.

I trail my hand down her stomach, unbutton her shorts. They drop to her ankles. Her soaked panties displayed , a wet spot dark in the center. I kneel, facing her pussy. 'Spread your legs.' She does, stockings holding her arms up. I pull her panties aside. Her clit peeks out, swollen and leaking clear fluid. It drips down her inner thigh. 'Harper, you're dripping already.' I lean in, tongue flat against her clit. She screams, 'Quinn! Oh god!' I lick slow, up and down,

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

“Hold my cock while you say it. He wasn't as good. He would never finger fuck your filthy cunt at the entrance of an open bar.” Fuckk. “I'm so… I'm so close.” “Stroke my cock.” I did as he said, alternating slow and fast strokes as he grunted in my ear. “That's it, angel. I want you to come on my fingers.” “P-pleaseeeeee.” He slowly pulled both fingers out and went straight to my clit. He jazzed his fingers, moving so fast that I bit down on his shoulder as I shouted, squirting all over his hands and staining a bit of his shirt.