Imagine One Direction Dirty Novels & Stories

I growled and snapped at him. Dumb hooked his hand into the waist of my shorts and yanked them off, he tossed them over his shoulder. He started to push my sweatshirt up. Dirty said, "Open your mouth wide bitch." He had opened the front of his jeans, his cock was in his hand, he was stroking it. Dumb grabbed me by my hair, "Yeah, open wide baby. You're gonna get a mouthful." He laughed. He yanked my hair hard and my mouth opened as I screamed. Dirty pushed his disgusting cock into my mouth.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

Running my hand through her soft hair carefully untangling it as i go, I too shuffle down and lay down next to her planting a soft kiss her forehead before turning back to the movie that's still playing on the sheet like screen, falling asleep a few minutes later. Dante's Dirty Dream As the movie plays Durani and Dimitri get up and rush out of the room to no-doubt fuck. the idea of watching his do such sinfull things to her body has my dick harden instantly. I'm pulled from my erotic thoughts but the sound of what I can only assume to be chains hitting against his metal bed frame hits my ears making my imagination is running wild.

“Scream my name so loud the whole fucking house knows who you belong to. Let Vanessa hear it in her sleep—let her wake up knowing she lost. Knowing her daughter is upstairs getting bred by her stepson, collared and dripping and coming apart because she can’t get enough of my cock.” The words shattered me—taboo, filthy, true, everything we’d hidden for so long now weaponized into pure ecstasy. “Dante—fuck, Dante—yes!” I screamed his name raw and unrestrained into the dark, the sound echoing off the walls and almost certainly carrying through the vents, the floorboards, the quiet house. “Own me—breed me—fill me—make me yours forever!”

she moaned as he started rubbing her slit with his fingers. She gripped his shoulders when two fingers slid inside her. They locked eyes, both of them breathing heavily, their gazes clouded with lust. She had never felt such intensity before—such an electrifying chemistry that threatened to consume them whole. "If this is what you call dirty, then I’m willing to get dirty with you, Sir Noah," she whispered before rocking her hips against his hand.