Filthy Dramione Novels & Stories

Or worse, if they found out that my birth mother was there watching as they drilled my womb open? “I think that might be the problem.” Ciello broke causing everyone to freeze. “Their product is winning the market.” “What do you mean?” “They wash their cocaine with fentanyl, which makes their product 80% pure.” He accompanied his words with a cringe, “Minchia,” Verzi swore in Italian, and I found that so damn sexy that I took a good calming breath. This wasn’t the time to get horny. I had things to take care of and if we were, to be honest, I couldn’t afford to have sex right now. I just… Time, okay? I needed time, and soon, I was going to lay between them as they pummeled into me and slowly

Flint, who'd planned to tolerate Rhea for the sake of money, finally snapped. "Rhea, you dumb whore! You've completely humiliated me!" He dragged her home as she screamed. People said her shrieks could be heard across the whole neighborhood that night. That evening, I sat before my vanity when Drakon brushed his forehead against mine. "You smell wonderful, Astrid." I nudged him away with a laugh. "Today's little drama was your doing, wasn't it?"

"This perfect ass jiggles so filthy beg for my cum flooding you breeding this greedy pussy full again." "Fuck yes pound my slutty cunt harder storm born fill me with your hot seed make me drip overflowing," I cried filthy climax shattering waves clenching him vice tight drawing his release hot and abundant flooding deep.

“Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…” I was panting, moaning without shame, completely soaked and dripping down my ass. “I’m gonna cum… fuck I’m gonna cum— yes daddy, yes…” The bedroom door opened. I didn’t hear a thing. Damien stood in the doorway, watching me with dark, burning eyes as I fucked myself senseless, moaning like a whore. Until I finally opened my eyes. The scream died in my throat. “Oh my God. Sir…” Damien was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring directly at my spread legs and my fingers still buried inside my dripping cunt.

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

I cried out his name, my thighs trembling around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t stop, licking me through every pulse until I was gasping and oversensitive. When he finally stood up, his lips were glistening. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled darkly. “You taste even better than I imagined.” He started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abs. Then his belt. Then his pants. When he finally freed himself, I stared. He was thick, hard, and bigger than I expected. Damien wrapped a hand around himself and stroked slowly as he looked at me.

My grip tightened, stroking us together, slow at first, then faster, the friction making my head spin. “Shit, Carter,” Dorian groaned, head tipping back, throat bared for my teeth to sink right into. “You’re gonna fucking kill me. Look at you....jerking us off like a goddamn pro. You've been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Both of our cocks in your hand and your finger buried in my ass?” His voice was pure gravel, dripping with filth, and every word sent a jolt straight to my dick. I moaned, loudly and shamelessly, my hand pumping faster, water splashing around us while I continued to rub his taint with my other finger. His dirty talk was unraveling me, stripping me bare, and I couldn’t ge

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he came inside of me, both of us spent and tired. He pressed a kiss to my lower back, his tongue peeking out to tease the spot before pulling back. “Next time, I’ll see your face when you cum.” I walked into my house hoping that everyone was asleep. The last thing I wanted was for my family to see me with sex hair and looking like someone who had just been thoroughly fucked. “I’ll come get you tomorrow,” Jake told me and I turned to him with furrowed brows. “Carmine really wants to meet you and I thought-”

Dylan stayed buried, groaning through his orgasm, filling him up. When it was over, we all collapsed. Sweaty. Shaking. Stuck together. Aiden was still whimpering into the pillow when I rolled onto my back, legs open, soaked and aching. "Someone's still hungry," Dylan murmured, eyes dark as he leaned over me. His gaze dropped to where I was dripping. "She's shaking," he whispered to Aiden. "Look at her. All that moaning got her all soaked and needy for more.” Aiden crawled closer, still flushed, his hair a mess. "Dammn, she didn't even touch herself, did she?”

He had dirty blonde hair that faded into brown and grey eyes. He was putting on a blue dress shirt, and just like mine, the first few buttons were undone, showcasing his toned chest. He must work out a lot. He probably wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't lust after minors. "We all had plans to come to this club after school," I continued explaining, hoping to catch his interest with my fake story. "But when it was time, they suddenly had one thing or the other to do. I didn't even get to change into the pretty dress I brought with me."