Hunter Rowland Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

She said, playing with strands of my hair. "You know that won't happen." I said matter of fact. That won't happen. It's all a game. A stupid game I already regret. "And why is that?" She asked with a raised brow. "Because it's Raid. He is... he is just... he is just Raid. You know? And besides, no more dating until after high school and definitely not anyone from this town." Why was I stuttering? I avoided eye contact with Selene because I knew she didn't believe a single word I just said. "If you say so."

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+ RATED. ~~~~SARAH'S POV~~~~ When we broke the kiss after minutes of intense and passionate kissing, we stared at each other for a few more minutes. Our eyes were full of lust and I could see hunger in Ron's eyes, an intense hunger that needed satisfaction and the only one who can give that satisfaction was me. Our stare was so intense and hunger filled that it was like we were asking for each other's consent with our eyes.

His fingers tightened in her blonde hair. “Fuck,” he muttered. Brooke took him deeper, encouraged by the sound. Rhys’s hips shifted. The fantasy sharpened without his permission — Elise gagging softly around him, Elise’s full tits pressed against his thighs, Elise making those quiet little sounds she probably didn’t even know she made. His breathing grew rougher. Brooke pulled off just long enough to say something teasing and wet around the head of his cock. Rhys barely heard her. His head tipped back against the couch, eyes half-closed, the wrong face burned behind his eyelids.

His chest was not huge, but solid. Real. “You fainted pretty hard.” “What…..” “The bonds.” Rowan was leaning against the wall, red hair draped all over his broad sexy shoulders, arms crossed over his bare huge chest. No shirt , just jeans. I blushed and looked away, trying not to look at his abs, or the tatoo over his ribs and shoulders. Red hair fell in his eyes. “Hit you like a truck, huh?” The bonds. Right. Four golden threads connecting me to four strangers.

Her thighs ached with emptiness. She clenched around the ghost of him still lodged inside her. A whimper slipped from her throat before she could stop it. Her hand moved down her stomach until her fingers found the place he had claimed. The ache lived there and so did the hunger. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how deeply she touched herself or how far she sank into the memory, it didn’t feel the same. She whispered his name into the steam just to hear the weight of it out loud. When she stepped out, her skin was flushed and raw. She dried herself slowly and twisted her damp hair into a loose coil. She reached for one of his shirts, the dark gray one that smelled like cedar and leather. It h

Branches cracked behind me and yet another figure emerged, moving quickly. The first love, beautiful boy scout Rowan with his Prince Charming blonde hair, blue eyes, and impressively sharp jawline. Wow, they really weren't lying they wrote that it could probably cut through stone. I could immediately tell that he was the endearing best friend character from the book, the other half of the “Which man will she choose?” conundrum. “She’s with me,” Rowan said, coming to stand at my side “She is my mate,” Kieran growled. Ah, the famous werewolf growl, hearing it in real life was definitely a new experience.

She spat into her palm, kept her eyes locked on mine, and started stroking him slow and wet. Ethan let out a low moan. “Oh fuck… yeah.” She worked him like that for a while, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. No hesitation. Deep, steady, one hand still wrapped around the base. Ethan’s head fell back. The sounds he made were louder than anything I’d heard from him in years. Moans and broken groans that didn’t sound like my husband. He had never been like this with me. I stood there frozen, watching another woman suck my husband while he openly enjoyed it. The rim job across the room kept going. Someone else came somewhere behind me. The red light made everything look hotter and dirti

He doesn’t push me away right away, doesn’t look surprised, just looks at me, up close, too close, with that calm that gets under my skin more than any punch. “Does it bother you that much?” he murmurs. “Everything about you bothers me,” I snap, “that attitude, that face like nothing matters, like you didn’t just destroy someone.” I tighten my grip. “You know what I think?” I add. “That all of this is a front, that whole perfect player act is just a show.” His eyes shift, just slightly. “Maybe,” I continue, lowering my voice, “girls aren’t enough for you.” The silence turns thick.

“Maybe you should go. I think I need to bring this to Hugh’s attention straight away. Tonight. You’re clearly not interested in making this right so you can get that money.” I blinked rapidly, my vision further blurred by tears welling up. “No! Please, I’m sorry! I was… just… I was surprised, I’ve never done that before, I can do it!” Mr. Rowland looked skeptical. “Well… OK. Let’s give this another try, but you promise you’ll be my good little girl?” “Yes, I promise.” “Promise what? Say it, Love.” A smouldering hunger burned in his eyes as he watched me struggle.

“I’m Titan. And I AM thankful. I didn’t expect to wake up next to a beautiful woman-” “Ugh,” Rowan interrupted his mother’s storytelling. “Can we skip this part?” Alicia smacked Rowan’s shoulder. “No! It’s getting to the good part.” She stared googly eyed at Lamia. “It’s like a romance novel-” “Did you forget the part where he locked my mother up?” Rowan snapped, arching his eyebrow. “Alright… Dark romance?” Alicia squeaked, trying to lessen the tension the room. “Dark romance.. what does that even mean?” Rowan stared at his wife then narrowed his eyes. “You better not be reading romance novels and falling for other guys.”