Hunter Rowland Dirty Fanfic Novels & Stories

Chapter 16 Hannah Smith POV I stand in the door as Rowan walks into my apartment, I stand on my toes to give him a peck on the lips, but he dodges. I pout my lips closing the door. "Hello to you too lover…" I purr walking up to him. He pins me a glare. “Oh, come on don’t tell me you didn’t miss?” He doesn’t say anything just crosses his arms. “Oh, come on, when you look at me like that, I almost think you’re Damian.” I tease.

He hungrily goes for Ruby from the back, he kisses her neck repeatedly as his hands travel her body. Ruby moans even louder. Damien from the side he slides his hand inside her pants reaching for her clit. She shivers as he plays with it for a while. Rowan rips her top off, throwing it on the floor. Ruby squats a bit to give way for Rowan to take her pants off. Now she is left exposed in front of her mates and she loves it. She loves the lustful eyes on her, the heavy breathes and their focus all on her.

“Duly noted. Also, we should try doggy style for the next round. I will be well lubricated and screaming for you.” “Oh my. I love your pussy so much I could literally feel the sensation of it each time I remember.” “And I love your dick and proud balls – that make me feel like a woman.” “Because you are indeed my woman.” It wasn’t long after when both of them slept off. And Rowan barged into see a shocking sight. “What the hell is going on here?” Rowan barked, yanking the sheet off Fenris and whipping him with it. Rowan was like a hysterical lady – jumping and shouting in ravenous anger.

absolutely childish she felt. Rowan looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow as he let his nostrils flare. “You can’t explain it or don’t want to explain it to me?” He grunted, and Vic shrugged slightly. Rowan made a sound in his chest that resembled a growl before the door behind Vic banged open and shut again, just before Max’s bouncing blonde curls stepped up behind the pair. He snatched the mug from Rowan’s hand and dove in with his entire face. Vic watched Max gulp down the drink, and she felt the slight blush invade her cheeks as he drowned seductive groaning sounds into the mug. Vic’s eyes flicked up to Rowan and she thought she almost caught a hint of amusement before Max tore the c

“She kept tempting me.” “No, you’re just an animal who succumbs to his most basest instincts,” I retort. “Shut up,” he snaps and spanks my ass, harder than he did before. When I shamelessly moan, he spanks me again and again, each one harder than the last. I’m pretty sure my ass is red by the time he’s done even though I can’t see it. “Fuck,” Kieran breathes. “She’s unreal.” “I’m telling you, brother.” Dorian agrees, sneaking a hand under me. “She’s the perfect little slut.”

"I deserve a reward; I did good today." Ron looked a little surprised by her display, then laughed. "That she did. She has the whole thing planned out pretty well, and is not afraid to get her hands dirty." Robin turned toward him, without releasing her hold on me. "Hands? Hell, Ron, 'dirty' is my middle name." "Slutty 'dirty' McSlutterson? That's a mouthful." He teased. Evidently he hadn't missed Sunday's shirt." "Hey! I'll be the one to judge what a mouthful is or not. And don't you forget it!"

Maddox didn't let his mother finish speaking when he interrupted her. "Mom, I only said that to get rid of your anger, but I do love her. Truly." Maddox said sincerely. Lady Laenyra can see the genuineness in his eyes but is somehow worried for him. She shrugged. "How about her? Does she like you?" Lady Laenyra asked and Maddox couldn't put his answer into words. She sighed heavily. "She will come to love me one day, Mom." He said with a smile. While Maddox was happily talking to his mother. That very day, Yelena met Charlotte who was in Cion Brothel, and sold herself after she was banished from their family. Charlotte was in a VIP room, completely naked while surrounded by ugly, fat men ple

Heat presses into me like a living thing, his low groan vibrating through my bones. I grip his hair, hips arching toward him, and my back lifts off the bed as waves of pleasure race through me, helpless to the way he devours me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing on the menu. “Tastes even better than I imagined,” he mutters against me, voice slick with sin. “You still want that fantasy, Hayley? You still want the boy you used to dream about to wreck you?” “Yes,” I pant, fingers tightening in his hair. “God, yes.”

His hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, my breasts, my face, as if he couldn’t touch enough of me at once. He fucked me hard and fast, sweat slicking our bodies, the couch creaking beneath us. I dug my nails into his back, leaving angry red lines, and he hissed, fucking me even harder. Suddenly, footsteps echoed overhead—Harper, moving around in her room. We both froze, breath caught, hearts pounding. Julian’s eyes were wild. “Shit—” I shook my head, desperate, clutching him tighter. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

His chest kept heaving against my shoulder, his large fingers digging into my hoodie like he could physically hold me back from the morning. He hated every single part of this plan, his eyes dark with a wild, helpless anger behind his white bandages. He wanted to pull the silver wires right out of his teeth just to tell me no, but he knew the hardness in my face meant the choice was already made. I leaned back against his broad frame, letting the heat of his skin keep me steady against the cold draft from the window. "We're going to finish it, Seb," I whispered into the quiet room. "Tomorrow, she loses her last game."