Hunter Rowland Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

i wispered before pulling both her shorts and panty in a go I carried her baby style to the edge of the bed where I gently placed her head on a pillow before kneeling betweenw were her legs to have my favorite dish once again. Two weeks later>>>> Why the hell does she taste better and different each time huh? “Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself old man”Rowan said hitting my head “What? did I say that out loud?” I asked shocked “You did and if you keep thinking about that we might have a big problem today” Rowan warned

He slams deep and groans – and I feel it, hot pulses flooding my pussy, my step-cousin cumming inside me while fifty relatives are upstairs eating burgers. He pulls out. Cum immediately drips from my hole. “My turn,” Marcus says. Marcus takes me from behind. Slides into my cum-filled pussy with a groan, his cock pushing through Ryan’s load. The wet sounds are obscene – but covered by the music drifting down from upstairs. “This is what you wanted,” he murmurs, fucking me slow and deep. “Getting bred by your step-family at a reunion.” "Yes – ” “Dirty little girl.” He speeds up. His balls slap against my clit with each thrust.

"Very normal behavior." I've told Rowan pretty much everything about the Julian situation - how he made my first weeks at Blackridge hell, the awkward family dinners, the tension at practice. She's never even seen him, but that doesn't stop her from making corny stepbrother jokes just to annoy me. "What if he's secretly in love with you?" she suggests, waggling her eyebrows. "Classic enemies-to-lovers stepbrother romance." "That's disgusting." "I'm just saying, the tension you describe sounds very unresolved."

“Could say the same for you.” “I don’t do crowds.” “Understandable.” Floyd finally looked up. “Also… what the hell happened to your brother’s face?” Rowan’s mouth flattened. “He got into a fight with Lucian.” Floyd winced. “Yeah, it hurts to look at. Your brothers haven’t changed a day.” “It’s a touchy subject.” Floyd tilted his head. “A girl?” Rowan hesitated. “…My brother’s mate.” “Yeah?” “She’s Callum’s girlfriend.”

Rowan leaned heavily on Damian, small whimpers escaping his lips, eyes glazed, pupils jittering. Damian’s jaw tightened. This wasn’t Arabella. Not Nathan. It was Rowan. Rowan, broken, bloodied, and dangerously close to the edge. The momentary hallucination that had nearly destroyed him flickered behind his obsidian eyes, and he forced it down, forcing himself to focus.

His hand enveloped my waist as he pulled me closer to his body, an amused smirk curving on the corner of his lips as his gazes are fixed on Cain’s face now. “Don’t touch me!” I slapped his hand away from my body, as I stepped away from him. I tried to control myself but my tone was on the edge of snapping, “Don’t fucking me, you notorious chronic cheater!” I could hear the whole hall gasp in shock. Rowan regards me with a calm expression, his tone cordial, “Don’t get the wrong impression, biscuits. I did not fuck him.” “What is the point of lying to my face and in front of everyone?” I yelled at him, tears burning my eyes, “Why did you do this?”

He was quiet tonight, scrolling his phone, but every time the Jeep hit a bump his knee brushed the back of my seat and I felt it like electricity. And then there was Rowan. Rowan was the reason we were on this road at all. Riley’s on-again-off-again fuck buddy from college, the one she swore she was done with until he texted her three days ago saying he was “passing through” and needed a ride. Six-foot-three, messy chestnut hair, green eyes that looked like they’d seen too much and liked it. He wore a faded flannel open over a white tank, sleeves rolled, ink crawling up his left arm.

I am all hushed moans and swallowed whimpers against the wall while Kael speaks dirty words right at my ear. “Your female center is so greedy for my steel. Eating my shaft up like your she-wolf is a starving animal in the woods. Like your frame is a hungry little cum slut for my den. Is that exactly what your name is, Rowan? Tell my ears you are my cum slut.” “My wolf is a cum slut,” I moan aloud. My brain is totally surprised at how turned on saying the dirty text makes my skin feel. Almost as turned on as it is to hear his gravelly voice speak the syllables to my neck.

“Make love to me already.” Just then, he ripped my underwear, throwing the useless piece of cloth to the ground. “You’re so fucking wet, my love. Are you that hungry for me, huh? You want me to put this inside you and make you memorize the outline of it, hmm?” Gosh, Rowan really had a dirty mouth. However, before I could scold him, he placed his fingers into my entrance to stretch me out. Even then, I couldn’t help but moan. It took a while before he was able to insert three fingers. Of course, he didn’t forget about my clit while he continued fingering my drenched entrance.

Kneeling on stone, I stirred the food while the younger betas and alphas jostled one another nearby, grinning, hoping to knock me over so I might be punished again. Then came the cleaning. The great hall, where Rowan’s new chosen mate had been celebrated the night before, was filthier than ever: mud, blood, shattered jugs across the flagstones. On hands and knees I scrubbed, the cold stone burning into my skin. Every stain was a reminder: I was not one of them. They walked tall beneath the Moon. I crawled in the dirt. Rowan’s new lover — a beta girl — stepped over me with a mocking smirk, even kicked my face with her muddy boot. I didn’t look up. I didn’t want to see the glee in her eyes.