Loki Dirty Whispers Novels & Stories

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

Linda didn’t have a mask, so she stepped into the shadow and tried her best to become invisible. The room smelled like damp stone and old money—musty and sour, with a hint of arrogance. It was the kind of place you’d expect to find an ancient scroll or maybe a skeleton with a crown, but no such luck. Instead, there were twelve masked lunatics, looking more like a bad art exhibit than the architects of an international conspiracy.

“Screaming my name like you wanted the whole world to hear. Like you were daring the ghosts to try again.” I laughed breathlessly through faint, happy tears, still clenching around him deep inside, feeling his fresh cum shift and leak as I moved. “Let them hear,” I whispered, voice hoarse, body glowing with aftershocks and love and power. “Let them know exactly what she tried to take from us. We’re done hiding, Dante. Done letting her make me feel small.”

I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding off his lap. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice low and relentless against my ear. His hot breath made the little hairs on my neck stand up. “Soaking my whole hand. Clenching so hard around my fingers like this greedy pussy never wants to let go. You love this, don’t you? Being a dirty little secret while everyone watches the game and has no idea what I’m doing to this pretty pussy.”

"Don't look so happy! You're acting like you've already won the lottery or something." He grinned - that damn grin - and pulled me closer to him. So close I could feel his heartbeat. "Tonight, I'm the luckiest man alive." Then he leaned in, his lips brushing a soft, slow kiss against my neck. A shiver ran down my spine. I giggled, my hands lightly pushing against his chest. "Ethan..." He laughed against my skin. He slowly spread my legs apart, He kissed from my laps to my inner thighs sending waves of shock into my body .His face was already digging into my exposed and swollen clit ,His beards were wet, I was already dripping wet.

I’m a whore. A dirty little whore… I crave to be spanked, spat on, fucked like a slut, and left dripping with cum from my face to my boobs. But nobody knows that…Not my best friend or my parents. And certainly not my goody two shoes fiancé, who's currently staring at me with a wide grin on his face. “Liv” I heard him mutter, snapping me back to reality. “I’m sorry, what?” I blurted out, my face flushed with embarrassment at the kind of thoughts I was having , especially in a place like this.

Wet, filthy noises that made my mouth water. I spoke into the small mic I had connected to her side. My voice came through as a low, distorted whisper in her room. “You like that, don’t you? Being fucked by something you can’t see.” She gasped. “Who’s there? Oh shit… your voice…” “Doesn’t matter who I am,” I growled. “Spread your legs wider. Show me how sloppy that pussy is.” Lena moaned loudly and obeyed. I could hear her thighs opening. “It’s dripping… I’m so fucking wet for you.”

She swallows what she can, gurgling, the rest smearing across her lips, cheeks, dripping onto her tits. I collapse beside her, both of us panting hard, sweating, wrecked. She turns to the camera slow, face absolutely ruined, cum still dripping from her swollen lips, and whispers in the sweetest, most broken voice: “I love that big black dick… so fucking much.”

I whispered and kissed his lips. Johnson closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, a low hum of contentment vibrating in his chest. For a moment, the relentless pressure of the company, the fallout, the constant calculations - all dissolved. There was only the warmth of my lips against his, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint ozone tang of stress, and the solid presence of him beneath my hands resting on his shoulders.

Lorenzo gently placed a finger on her lips and whispered, "Shh!" Then his hand slipped into her pants, and he slowly rubbed his thumb on her clit. Maintaining eye contact, he said, "I want you to call me Lorenzo. Don’t call me 'baby.' I always want to hear you say my name whenever I touch you and make love to you. You are so wet down there, huh?" Laura jerked and clamped her legs together as she felt Lorenzo’s fingers slide into her tight, wet cunt. Her breathing quickened as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, using his lips and tongue to nibble her sensitive spot.