I M Dirty Dan Novels & Stories

I needed to yell at him for last night, or just prove to myself that my entire life hadn't completely derailed. ​Brody’s car was parked in the driveway. ​I didn't bother knocking. I just grabbed the handle and pushed the front door open, ready to march right into the living room. ​"Brody, we need to—" ​I froze dead in my tracks. ​Brody was sitting on the edge of the living room couch, his head thrown back against the cushions, his eyes squeezed shut. His pants were completely shoved down to his knees. ​And kneeling on the floor right between his legs, aggressively sucking his c**k, was Matt.

The door magically opens… A slim full-breasted Hispanic woman dressed only in a bikini that looks like twisted shoelaces is seen kneeling on the floor, the chips still in her hand. As Rube closes the door, the half-naked female starts to unzip his pants. He lets her take out his limp, almost bloodless organ from his briefs while he answers the insistent caller. ”WHAT THE FUCK, MAN! I am in the middle of a winning streak right now!” ”We have a problem… And it’s gonna cost you ten times your winnings if you don't deal with it,” says the man on the other line.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

“Rhett just — he’s still inside me —” “I know,” Daniel says against my pussy, and his tongue drags through me slowly and thorough, lapping through Rhett’s cum mixed with my arousal. The realization of what he’s doing — eating another man’s cum out of his bride’s sister — makes my stomach flip and my clit throb so hard I grab his hair and push his face deeper. “You’re filthy,” I gasp, watching him between my legs, his chin glistening with a mix of everything. “You’re eating his cum out of me, and you’re getting off on it.”

I mumbled, wondering if he made out the words I barely whispered out. "Fuck. Stay there. I'll be there in a minute," he replied before cutting the call. A sigh of relief surged through me. He didn't ask questions on how I got there or what I was doing there at this time. He has never been the type to judge people on their behaviour, but his eyes say a lot. That deep blue, like the sea, when locked on you, feels like he's staring into your soul. I crouched down next to the devil on the floor.

My spit ran down his shaft as I worked him messy and loud. After a while I slid off his face and kissed him deeply but slowly this time in order to share the filthy taste. "You taste like my ass," I whispered against his lips when we pulled back from the kiss. Damon chuckled darkly, the sound aroused me as he flipped us so he was now on top. "And you love it my greedy teammate." We made out rough again with hands everywhere and bodies grinding. The hate was still there under all of the lust spelling out, sharp and hot.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

I had stopped pretending to care if the entire damn team walked in and saw us. My hand moved into his hair, gripping tight as I rolled my hips in search of more pressure. He groaned into me and that alone made me clench. I didn’t beg. I didn’t need to. He read my body like it was part of the game plan. My orgasm hit sharp and fast, curling my toes and burning through my lungs until I was shaking, panting, completely undone on the barbell stand. When I finally opened my eyes, Dennis rose with a satisfied gleam in his expression and the evidence of what he’d done still wet on his lips. I watched him wipe his mouth slowly with the back of his hand.

This is driving me crazy ~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~∆~ “He literally called me a ghost” I complain to Dan

She went back to the club and have a fill of herself. Before the end of the day she got laid, still couldn't forget that hand that performed magic on her body. "Gosh am going crazy really." She muttered. * * Daniel couldn't believe himself. "This is crazy, like seriously what was I thinking when I agreed to go inside that strip club to witness such a disgusting scene? And that girl is a total whore, who would ever fall for someone like her? Not even in my entire life will I think of such. I Daniel Marvin will never set my foot on that club ever again." He mumbled to himself angrily.