Frozen Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

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

It wasn't until I froze to death that cold, snowy day that I finally realized even the child I painstakingly gave birth to might not be truly mine. Perhaps Archie ended up the way he did because of my own mistakes. But I already paid the price in my previous life. This time, it was their turn to pay. Whispers filled the room, and the sound of incoming message alerts made Brandon's face turn bright red. He reached for me, trying to pull me aside to talk privately. But I slapped him across the face. "Don't touch me with hands that have touched other women! That's just gross! Why didn't you feel embarrassed when you and Ellie were having fun in the office? What about when you two were having se

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NUDITY AND SEXUAL SCENES. IT IS 18+ RATED. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, glittering from the sweat that covered their bodies. Even though the air conditioner was working, the feeling of ecstasy running through their bodies produced alot of sweat.

“Bed. Strip everything except the socks and shin pads. I want you looking like my goalie when I fuck you.” I scrambled up, heart hammering. The link made everything sharper, more intense. As I peeled off my jersey and pants, I could feel his eyes on me like physical caresses, and through the connection, I caught fragments of his thoughts not words, but raw want. Possession. A flicker of fear that this was slipping beyond his control.

Richard stirring. Jake froze, eyes feral, then shoved back with a curse. Adjusted his raging hard-on—outline obscene, wet spot at the tip. "This ain't over, Delilah. Keep those legs closed." Stalked out, door slamming. I sagged against the counter, legs jelly. Nipple ached deliciously, pussy a sopping ruin—yoga pants soaked front to back, clinging translucent to my lips. Tasted salt on my lip where I'd bitten it. Fuck him. Or rather, fuck me thinking of him.

“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

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m

Even so, the Russian thought it wise to let sleeping dogs lie and was doing her best to continue on as if nothing ever happened. “Come on, don’t cry,” Fiana coaxed. “I hate it when you cry.” She wiped her lover’s tears with her sleeve. “Awe honey. I know it’s been rough lately. I took longer than normal to get my act together and you don’t need to tell me what a bear I’ve been. I know how bad I was. It’s just... this... this one was extra tough. I mean writing about men and their fantasies. What the fuck do I know about that? What kind of an assignment was that anyway? Who the fuck cares about their fantasies? It was an ass kicker for me and I know I took it out on you. I know I did and... a

I see a fantasy. A soft breath slips out as Daniel steps closer. His hand hovers near my hip, teasing me with the barest brush of his fingers. I straighten, every inch of my exposed body alive, every heartbeat tightening the suspense in my chest and core. "Hot," Daniel says from behind me. He hands me a small microfiber cloth. "Now, I want you to clean my table and chair. Seductively." I take the cloth, my face burning as I approach the desk. My hands tremble as I press the microfiber over the smooth surface.