Frozen Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

Frankie finally let out a moan as he kept fucking her frozen body. She wasn't bouncing around any more with every thrust, but it still felt fucking amazing!! Frankie fucked the life out of the lifeless Amy until his cock throbbed inside of her. "Oooooh fuuucckk yes!!" Frankie roared as he unloaded his cum deep inside Amy's bare cunt. He was panting and moaning as spurts of thick, hot seed went deep inside Amy's cunt. She had a clear love bite on her neck which made Frankie smile.

His thumb found her clit and pressed down hard, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. Mira’s hips twitched against her will. Antonio leaned in slightly, pretending to adjust his position, and whispered against her ear so only she could hear. “There it is, baby girl. That numb little cunt is finally waking up for me.” She clenched around his fingers. A soft, helpless sound almost escaped. She swallowed it back, staring fixedly at the ceiling, but her body was already betraying her. Wetness gathered fast—faster than it ever had—coating his fingers and making the filthy sound of him working her embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.

i moaned softly. I pumped my fingers faster imagining his taunts. “You're a dirty girl” he'd say and I'd agree for him, I'd be anything. My clit throbbed under my thumb as I got close again as Jared’s rejection twisted the pleasure with pain… my stomach churning. He was engaged. Older and my late dad's friend. Wrong on every level yet I couldn't stop. “Fuck you, Jared Harlen,' I gasped fingers plunging deep. “ i want you so much and I am going make you want me even more” I cried as my body shook.

"And if they do? I'll bend you over right there, shove my big cock balls-deep in your sloppy cunt while they watch, and make you scream my name so loud they know you're my filthy little slut. Show them how you beg for it harder, how you squirt all over Daddy's dick." "Oh fuck," I moaned, spreading my legs wider in the seat, giving him better access as his fingers teased my swollen folds. The SUV's horn blared behind us, closing the gap, but I was lost in the haze—his touch reigniting the fire, dipping one thick finger into my cum-filled pussy to swirl our mixed fluids. "You're so dirty... God, I love it." "You love it, huh? My naughty niece getting off on Daddy's filthy mouth while we're run

“Harder. Don't stop.” Hans leaned downward and helped Devon suck my other nipple. Devon pulled away from him and Hans's finger twisted the wet nipples he had abandoned. I arched into him, my fingers fisting as I offered my ass to Mitch even more, spreading my legs wider. His balls slapped against my ass, wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the basement walls, slapping skin, wet mouths, groans, and my own broken whimpers. “Now we're gonna fuck you one after the other. We're gonna make the sweet cunt of yours drip all over our dicks and we're gonna suck you dry. Hope you're ready for that.”

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

Ice cubes clink against metal. My breath hitches. I know what’s coming. He pulls his hand out, water dripping from his fingers, rings now freezing cold. He spreads my thighs wider with his free hand, rough grip bruising. “Look at this messy pussy,” he says, voice dark and filthy. “Soaked. Swollen. Begging for me to wreck it.” He presses one ice-cold, ringed finger right against my clit—metal biting like frost. I scream, hips jerking up, the cold shock sending lightning through me.

Enemies who fvck like the world is ending. Sex-enemies, that’s exactly what we were. Pure hate-sex in the snow, raw and desperate. I cracked my knuckles, took a long sip of the coffee I’d brought with me, and dove straight in. This story was going to be long, dirty, and dripping with the kind of banter that makes people melt. I typed out the title in bold letters: 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-F-ck Holiday'.

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’