Joshleen Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

Aislinn shuddered and tried to relax. When Jenna felt the fight go completely out of Aislinn she released her hold on Aislinn's leg and inserted a finger, then two into Aislinn's now dripping cunt. Jenna smiled with pleasure as Aislinn whimpered and pressed her face to the leather seat. Aislinn hated her body for her reactions to the woman's mouth. But there didn't seem to be anything she could do to stop the impending reaction. At least it wasn't Rafe. Aislinn gasped as her body tightened and her cunt rippled around Jenna's intruding digits. Jenna continued her tongue lashing and stroking until Aislinn lay limp again, panting for air. Then Jenna withdrew her fingers and much to Rafe's delig

Phyllis's granddaughter, Emma, sat very close to Josh. "Are you going to stand there or clean up the spilled juice?" Alpha Pharaoh asked me. I hurriedly went to search for the mess they had created. "It's beside Josh," the Luna, Everdeen, told me. I went over to Josh and started to clean the juice that was spilled on the floor beside him. While I cleaned, I could feel him staring at me. Emma pretended that she didn't know me and continued to enjoy her dinner. "So, how does it feel to find your one true love?" Everdeen asked Josh.

Suck my cock while your husband watches. Feel my thick cum dripping down your throat as I ruin your married wet pussy in front of him. On New Year’s Eve, frustrated wife Lily-Rose’s boring marriage explodes when her husband Jimmy confesses his darkest fantasy he wants to watch a real man destroy her. Enter Jax, a dangerous, tattooed biker with a massive vein cock and zero mercy. What starts as one filthy night of being used,spanged,choked, and filled with hot cum turns into an addiction Lily-Rose can’t escape. Torn between her safe husband and the biker who owns every hole and every moan, Lily-Rose must decide how far she’ll go to feel truly alive. Dirty.pleasured, Raw. Unforgettable. Wi

I need my mate to touch me, to take me, to be inside of me. Josh makes quick work of the rest of my clothing, freeing me of its suffocating binding. He homes in on my core and dives in. My hands find his hair as he licks and sucks on me. I’m rising quickly to my climax, moaning in bliss with what my mate can do with his mouth and tongue. Just as I’m mounting the threshold, Josh shoves two fingers into me and hits my g-spot.

His gaze lifted to meet mine, intense and unyielding, as his fingers slid against me in slow, deliberate strokes. I felt my wetness coat his touch, each movement sending shivers up my spine until my vision blurred with pleasure. Then he leaned in, closing the distance, and took me into his mouth. I whimpered. “Don’t… don’t do that. It’s not clean—it’s dirty.” Vishal chuckled softly. “Dirty? You’re my mate, Jane. There’s nothing dirty about you.”

Lainie clutched at the bedsheets with her fists as she moaned, her pleasure sounds bouncing off the walls. The bed shifted, and when Lainie looked to the foot of the bed, she saw Josh standing there, his hard cock poised behind Alanna's ass, ready to claim his mate in the only way she allowed him to right then. His gold eyes latched onto Lainie, and he grinned as he shoved his manhood into Alanna, making the redhead moan hard into Lainie's pussy as she pressed her face into the wetness even more.

Her lips were mere milli-centimeters away from his hear. “Please, Matthew.” She spoke against his earlobe. Before Matthew could react though, Jess was ripped from him and picked up. Joshua grabbed her and held her against his body. Jess wrapped her legs around him and smiled down at him as she wrapped her hands around his neck, Joshua eyes were golden, all the boys were. Joshua didn’t break eye contact with Jess for one second. Jess moved down her head and pulled Joshua towards her. Jess closed her eyes, but instead of feeling soft lips, water splashed down on her. Jess screamed as she was surprised that they were in a shower and the cold water was turned on. Jess climbed off Joshua and trie

“You are so fucking wet.” The moment he sniffs me, my eyes widen. Then he raises his head and, while he stares at me, rubs his fingers slowly against me. I feel my wetness all over his fingers, and my eyes cloud from the sensation of his touch. He leans towards me and takes me in his mouth. I whimper. “Don’t do that. It’s not clean. It’s dirty.” Vishal chuckles softly. “Dirty? You’re my mate, Jane. There’s nothing dirty about you.”

My body, still throbbing, still wet. This is it. This is James’s fantasy. And mine, too, now. "Get on your knees, slut," Josh commanded. I did. My head down, butt up. Exposed. Just like James liked it. This was my new reality. My husband’s fault. But mine, too. Because a part of me, the part I hadn’t known existed, loved every dirty, humiliating, exhilarating second. I was a cum slut, and I was just getting started.

One time, I even did it while thinking about him. My cheeks are burning with shame, but the arousal throbbing in my belly overpowers every thought. I remember the girl from the deepfake; the version of me Daniel created, and I try to embody her. I slide off my underwear and spread my legs wide, my eyes locked on his as I start to touch my pussy. Slowly. "Fuck," Daniel mutters. He starts to stroke himself, his eyes dark. "Go harder. I want to see your toes curl." I rub my pussy harder, the shame and pleasure blurring into one.