Down & Dirty Band Novels & Stories

The bedframe groaned loudly under our combined weight, headboard banging rhythmically against the wall — thump, thump, thump, thump. “Fuck yes — deeper, Oliver!” Ava cried out, her breasts bouncing as she ground against Julian’s tongue. I bounced on Julian’s thick cock, feeling every inch stretch me. The wet sounds of pussy and cock filled the air constantly. We rotated endlessly. At one point both Julian and Oliver had me at the same time — Julian in my pussy, Oliver in my ass — while Ava sucked on my nipples and rubbed my clit. The double penetration stretched me to the limit. I screamed in pleasure, body shaking violently as I came harder than I ever had. The burning fullness, the constan

~ENZO~ I needed this. The underground track, really just an abandoned stretch on the outskirts of the city, was already buzzing when I pulled up. Cars lined both sides, engines rumbling waiting for a chance to show off. The air smelled of gasoline, burnt rubber, and cheap beer. Music was loud from someone's speaker system, bass heavy enough to shake anyone who passed too close. This was my world. The one place where the Rivera name, my father's expectations, and all the bullshit pressure didn't matter.

The raw dirty words spilled out natural because they felt completely true in the heat of the moment. His cock felt perfect stretching me owning me completely and making me forget everything else. I reached back grabbing his thigh pulling him even deeper loving how full and used I felt with him buried to the hilt. “God you’re perfect for this kind of fucking Ava,” he groaned his thrusts turning erratic and desperate his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna fill you one more time before we even think about cleaning up this mess. Take every hot drop like the good daughter in law you are and milk me dry.”

Useless shards pricked my feet. Even that pain couldn't override the anger bubbling in my chest. “What the fuck? You lost your job? What the fuck are we going to live on now, Dallas? You know my band and I are still hoping to get a good gig—that way, we'd be famous and shit. How would we even eat? I hope you don't expect me to work a 9-5 like you. That's just a horror show.” “And I came back to tell my boyfriend about it. To cry in his arms.”

Each thrust drove his curved cock perfectly against my g-spot, slamming into it over and over with ruthless precision. “Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” he growled, his voice rough and filthy. “You’re making such a mess with Dante’s cum and your own slutty juices. This greedy little cunt is sucking me in like it can’t get enough.” My moans quickly turned into loud, broken cries that echoed through the office. The rough pace was relentless. His hips snapped against my ass with loud, wet slaps, his heavy balls smacking rhythmically against my swollen clit. The small plug in my ass shifted and pressed deeper with every brutal slam, adding sharp, filthy sparks of pleasure that made my eyes roll

“Boring, no fun?” She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Okay, maybe he isn’t that boring. He’s in 10th grade; he is in the football team and also in this very boring band. I don’t think they are going to last through the school year; the drummer is dating Noah’s ex-girlfriend, and it’s causing issues in the group…” Her eyes were twinkling with delight as she began to tell me about her older brother and his band woes, but I wasn’t listening; my mind kept wandering to his perfectly handsome face.

CHEAP TRICK Book Four in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Prologue One year ago… Danielle Someday, I’ll stop lying to myself. When I say I’m going to get my life together, I’m going to actually do it. Someday…just not today.

Linda I stepped into the club, the bass thumping through my chest like a second heartbeat. Neon lights flashed across the crowded dance floor, and the air hung thick with sweat, perfume, and spilled drinks. At twenty, I knew I shouldn't be here, but the pull of rebellion had won tonight. I just wanted one night to forget the rules, to feel alive without Dad's constant shadow looming over me. I squeezed through the bodies, my short dress riding up my thighs, the bass vibrating up through my heels and headed straight for the bar.

he said as he spilled thick hot cum inside on the walls of my pussy. He collapsed unto my couch, with his breath hitched and uneven. “fuckkkk….. that’s one nice way to pay.” He said as he took his breath slowly.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.