Down & Dirty Band Novels & Stories

“You have no idea how bad I screwed up. I mean, she was just there and looking at me all innocent. Fuck, I should have stopped myself from getting so close to this girl. Now, it’s too late to forget her. It’s like she’s everywhere I go. What would you do if you were in my situation?” “You can start by telling me who this girl is that has my best friend so conflicted.” “July came to me and wanted me to be her personal trainer. Then, the next thing I know I give her a job as a receptionist. This is where it gets bad. I started hanging out with her after hours and before I know it, my lips are on hers. It didn’t end there. She started calling me a name and it made something inside me come alive

"None of them are. The school board officially closed Bar Solace for good yesterday, and the building is being torn down next month to make room for a new library wing. The basement is gone, Jae. It's completely buried." I let out a long, slow breath, a massive bubble of relief finally bursting inside my chest. The underground club where I had spent weeks moving under the crimson spotlights just to survive was entirely erased. Archer's empire had fractured into pieces, and the wealth that had caused my father's death was locked behind court seals downtown. "Vance also said Dr. Mercer has our first joint therapy intake session scheduled for Tuesday afternoon," Sebastian added, his chin restin

I squeal. "Ummm, I know you are my little cock whore. Put your cock in her mouth. Give her something to suck on NOW!" Ezra barks at Roman. Roman unbuttons his pants and slides his cock into my mouth. "So greedy," Roman says. I take him into my throat as Ezra holds my hips, slamming his cock harder and harder into my pussy. Ezra has a way with his cock. My pussy pulsates, wanting more from both of them.

bed, fantasies blending into one endless loop of depravity. Down to the basement rec room they tumbled next, half-naked and insatiable, the air cooler down there with a faint musty scent from unpacked boxes. Stacey shoved Dean onto the old leather recliner they'd inherited from his parents taboo enough to spark their dirtiest shared dream.

The wet sound of him fucking me fills the room and mixes with my moans and the creak of the bed frame. Cole moves to the other side of the bed and feeds me his cock across the mattress. I take him deep while Daniel pounds me from behind and I’m stuffed from both ends. Rhett stands beside me and spits on my back. The warmth drips down my spine and Daniel’s hand smears it across my skin while he fucks me. It’s so filthy that it makes my pussy clench. “She got tighter when I did that,” Rhett observes in that low, flat voice. “She likes being degraded while she gets fucked.”

A strip of pale skin peeked through. She didn’t wear briefs tonight. Just a tight sports band holding her in and flattening her. I pulled it down slowly, baring her. Her clit was already slick, flushed, her folds wet and trembling. “Beautiful,” I whispered. She turned her face shyly. I crouched, my hand on her thigh. Then I licked her slowly from bottom to top. Her hands slammed to the wall above her head. She whimpered. I licked again, circling her clit, then sucking just once, enough to make her legs shake.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

The reinforced steel door swung open, revealing the horrors lurking just beyond. They entered the dim, silent room with cautious steps, unsettled by Binge’s unusual quiet. The air itself felt hostile, thick with the metallic stink of blood and the nauseating reek of decaying limbs. Strewn about the floor were the scientists, each missing at least one limb, their torn flesh and viscera laid bare as they crawled, clinging to life by a thread of sheer will.

Is he being this way merely because my husband isn’t here to check him? I sit there quietly, the lunch box on my lap as I watch them work, their muscles flexing with their movements. God, there’s something so fucking hot about men who get down and dirty when they works. The sweat rolling down their bodies, their jeans and tool belts hanging low on their hips, revealing that yummy V that leads down to their cocks.

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.