Hunter Rowland Dirty Fanfic Romane & Geschichten

“God, you feel so good.” Riley wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass. He fucked her steadily—long strokes, rolling hips, hitting that spot inside her every time. She met every thrust, nails raking down his back the way Rowan always did when she wanted more. He didn’t notice anything. Not the slightly different rhythm of her breathing. Not the way her fingers gripped his shoulders a fraction tighter. Not the tiny scar on her left hip from a childhood bike accident that Rowan didn’t have.

I will slide my tongue inside your sweet mouth at the theater. My breath hitches, a wild, dripping wetness soaking my underwear instantly. Lucan. The ruthless Alpha King is watching me from the shadows like a dark guardian beast. I feel so safe, so incredibly dirty and wanted. I fold the note and slide it deep into my bosom, the rough parchment rubbing against my full, heavy breasts. "Everything is set," Rowan says, walking back inside, his eyes scanning my flushed face. He frowns. "What is making you look so red and happy?"

My throat went completely dry, my chest heaving as the dark truth hung in the air between us, heavy, filthy, and entirely exposed. “So tell me, rookie...” Rowan rasped, his hand sliding higher up my inner thigh toward the bulge in my pants. “Which one of us is really the sick fuck here?”

Though it's a bit dark, the scene is incredibly vivid, showing how Rowan kept punching Josh and me in the background begging him to stop that is until he grabs me and kisses me. From the video, it looks like he's devouring my soul and then he makes all his mine statement before throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me away where the video ends. The headline of the story reads 'Passion lovers' spat' Incredibly creative and unnecessary if you ask me. Matilda retracts her phone and she and Henry staring at me like I'm a whole different person. "Rowan is the most complicated person in the world." Hevry says, whilst shaking his head. You don't even know the half of it, I want to say to Henry

“On your team’s most difficult players.” She handed it over and gave me a wink. “The Vipers are insane. This will help you handle all their issues.” I flipped open the file, and there he was. Noah Hudson. Hockey’s biggest bad boy, captured mid-glare, helmet under his arm, shirt half off, tattoos peeking through the edge of his shoulder pads. Even in a still image, he looked like he was seconds away from a fight. Or something worse. Lucia leaned over my shoulder. “Okay, I’m just gonna say it. He’s hot.”

Rain kept punching the roof. Rowan wasn’t finished. He turned her, chest to the vinyl, and entered her from behind, hands on her hips, the wet slap of it filthy in a room full of pads. Mateo stretched along the table and slipped a hand underneath to work her clit. Quinn shoved back onto Rowan and came a third time, wrecked-silent, then not silent. Rowan drove through it and spilled with his mouth open on her spine. For a minute there was only HVAC-that-wasn’t, breath, thunder.

He really had a sensitive nose. But I was sure no one else would be able to smell me. ‘Don’t worry… you’re the only one who can smell how horny I am for you right now,’ I replied through the mindlink, and Rowan’s eyes darkened, lust and desire flickering through them. They were promising a long night of passion. I grabbed Rowan’s nape and brought him down, sinking my fangs into his mouth. His sweet blood rushed into my mouth, and I sucked harder.

“Because I’ve been your fan for over five years.” My mind stalled. “That’s impossible. We met three years ago.” “Doesn’t mean I didn’t know who you were,” he said. I shook my head. “You’re lying.” He reached for his phone and showed me a profile. A username I knew. One that had been under my posts for years. It was always first to comment, Always supportive. Always sending gifts. “You’re… NightRider97?” I whispered. Rowan’s smirk returned slightly. “Told you.”

He kept on pacing around, looking for ideas to solve the current situation on ground. "Arghhh" he screamed out and punched the wall hard in frustration as he couldn't come up with an idea. His fingers raked through his hair agitatedly. The only thing that could calm him down right now is rough sex, a sex where he would be able to pour all his anger and frustration into and he didn't even need to search for whom he would do that with as he already has one at home, his new sex doll, Gemma.

I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter inside with each thrust as lewd wet sounds erupted from where his cock was plunging in and out of me. "Does it feel good? You’re squeezing me so tightly. It’s like your pussy can’t wait for me to come inside you," Rowan continued with his dirty talk. I felt my pussy clenching hard around his thick love stick instinctively as he continued flooding my mind with dirty thoughts.