Down & Dirty Band Novels & Stories

❄️ Final Breakdown Daniel’s eyes turned cold instantly. He pushed Sonia away harshly. Sonia fell and got burned by hot coffee. A painful gasp escaped her lips. “Get out.” No emotion. No mercy. After she left, Daniel locked the door. Then he walked into the washroom. Turned on the shower. And stood under the water, scrubbing his skin hard… as if trying to erase something invisible. His voice echoed softly— “Only you… baby.” “My body should carry only your presence.” ❤️

The air was thick, humid, and ripe with the stink of twenty dudes who’d just come from classes. I yanked my locker open and started stripping down, tossing my shirt aside. Most of the team was already naked or damn almost naked, towels barely hanging on, dicks swinging freely while they joked and slapped each other on the back. Normally I didn’t give a shit, but today everything grated on my nerves. “Can you guys please cover yourselves?” I muttered, pulling on my practice shorts and jersey. “It’s a locker room, not a fucking nudist colony.”

Marcus choked her from behind while Damien rubbed her clit fast and rough. “Such a perfect little cum dump,” Marcus groaned in her ear. “Taking two Daddy cocks at the same time. You were made for this.” She came violently, squirting all over Marcus’s lap and the rug, body shaking uncontrollably. They kept thrusting through it, harder, filthier. “Again,” Damien demanded, slapping her clit. “Come like the dirty girl you are.” Jenna screamed and squirted a second time, tears running down her flushed cheeks.

Few workers at the casino who weren’t so busy with work acknowledged me, but my anxious self didn’t even think to return their greetings. When the elevator reached the underground club and pinged, I rushed towards his office and almost stumbled into Lucas. He quickly steadied me with his hands. “Boss man is in the basement.” He gestured towards the stairs. “This way.” “Are we going to again?” Basement? Is there another space underneath this one? I looked at Sly for answers but he simply shrugged. Conflicted, I followed Lucas. We walked down the first row of stairs, then Lucas pushed a wall. To my greatest surprise, it opened, revealing another door with a passcode. He typed in the code and t

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

“Hi, I’m Owen Dawson. And Charlie and I are back together.” Todd stands up so fast the bar stool falls to the ground behind him. Then he balls his fist and tries to punch me right in the face.

“Everyone is planning for your downfall. Keep up the disinterested act when everything goes downhill.” “What do you want?” He asked “And you didn’t come up here to just tell me that thinking I will be scared. People do my job for me, of course people will talk, and I am alpha, everyone who is smart will want me down, and if you want to be an ally then you are just as stupid as they say every white wolf is.” She nodded “You are so dumb, and this is why Vivian cheats on you.” He didn’t say a word or move but she could smell the hurt, a pride was bleeding, and it wasn’t hers.

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping. “Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”

Sarah's slender fingers expertly unbuttoned Ron's shirt and it was a matter of seconds before the shirt was thrown in a direction none of them knew. Ron wasn't wearing a singlet so Sarah's hands went straight to his trouser, unbuttoning it with so much haste. Ron's hands weren't idle either, by the time his vintage shirt had come off, Sarah's silk night dress was on the floor, not her body. His trouser came off. Then her underwear. Then his black colored, Calvin Klein underwear. Kissing fiercely, naked and staggering around, the both of them ended up on the black, furry couch.

The person was named Finnick Sullivan, and he owned a few companies in Northspring. Finnick asked, “Bo, you told me you were in a dangerous situation recently?” Bo heaved a sigh and said, “Finnick, my company, the Zachry Group, almost perished.” Finnick was shocked because the Zachry Group was a renowned enterprise in Northspring with a great reputation. How could an enterprise like this perish so easily? Not unless the company had offended a bigshot that could not be fought off! Finnick asked in haste, “What happened, Bo?”