Filthy Pov Novels & Stories

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.

“I’m your little whore. Use me however you want.” Jodan gave a predatory half-smile that made her clit throb. They had been exchanging increasingly filthy messages for nearly six months. It had started with simple flirting, then turned into dirty fantasies: him describing how he would spank that juicy ass until it was purple, how he would tie her up and fuck every hole, and finally the heaviest promise — that one day he would shove his entire fist into her tight asshole until she screamed and came like a bitch in heat. Ravenna had cum countless times just reading those words. Now he was finally here, standing in front of her, and his scent — clean sweat, leather, and raw testosterone — fille

He muttered slowly, I sighed and closed my eyes, what's all of this feelings "Get out I don't need it anymore coffee" "I can make another one for you" He said immediately, but I lost my appetite already "Your appearance disgust me, how can I drink from a dirty being?" I watched his expression turned sour, "I plan on changing my cloth after serving you coffee Ava, I'm not a dirty being and you know that" "Ohhh so tell me a clean man that cheats when he has a wife at home, he treated his wife like a garbage and adored his side piece, only for his precious side pieces to leave him at trying times, and even steal from him"

She was a work of art painted in their seed. She knelt there, trembling, her body slick with their combined loads. The Pierced Man walked up to her, the last one still hard. He didn’t touch her. He simply aimed his cock at her face and let loose a final, powerful stream of piss. The shock was electric. The hot, acrid liquid washed over her face, cleaning the cum from her skin in the most degrading way possible. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting it fill her, the act so filthy, so utterly possessive, that it triggered one last, shattering orgasm that ripped through her without warning.

She arches her back, legs wide, presenting her plugged pussy and ass like a bitch in heat. I yank the plug from her cunt—wet pop echoing. Thick globs of my day-old cum ooze out, dripping onto the sheets. “Filthy,” I mutter. “Look at that sloppy breeding hole, gentlemen. Still full from yesterday’s load.” I shove three fingers in, stirring the mess, then pull them out and smear it across her face. “Taste yourself, whore.” She sucks my fingers clean, moaning. Sophia watches, biting her lip.

"How do you think we should handle this, then, Mrs. Emerson?" Mom lowered her gaze to the smashed, ruined cake on the floor and looked back up at me. "Word is people from poor mountain gullies spend their whole lives pinching pennies and hate wasting things the most. Why don't you get on your knees and eat everything on the floor clean for me?" The guests around us watched the scene unfold, whispering and murmuring among themselves. Their gazes surged toward me like a tide, weighing down on me so heavily that I could barely breathe.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

He pulled out and stroked his cock fast—hard—eyes locked on Sariah’s helpless, shaking body. And then He pulled out. Grabbed his cock. And came. Hot, thick ropes of white cum splashed across Dr. Vale’s ass and lower back. She leaned back, spread the mess with her fingers, moaning like a goddess fed on filth. Sariah whimpered. Keon was trembling. “Now,” she said to Sariah and Keon. “You two may speak one thing. One truth. One dirty fantasy you’ve never said out loud.” Sariah’s voice was shaking.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.