Louis Tomlinson Dirty Imagine Novels & Stories

His tongue…and holy shit, that big cock. “You’re disgusting.” He raises his eyebrows. “I did remember correctly. And you never thought what we did was disgusting before. I seem to remember one particular night in vivid detail that involved you, me, and the roof of your parents’ house. What you wanted me to do to you…I still think about my head between your legs while balancing two stories above the ground.” “Jackson might hear you,” I hiss, getting turned on and annoyed by Owen’s open dirty talking. “Nah, he’s too far ahead. Hey, Jackson, we’re going to Disney World,” he says just to prove his point. The boy doesn’t so much as turn around. “See?”

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

How I suck on your earlobe while I say dirty things to get you off without even touching your clit. LonelyGirl: Please touch my clit. Your fingers felt so good. I want your tongue tracing me everywhere. LimberJack: Greedy girl! Marathon, not a sprint. But not gonna lie I love that you are as turned on by me as I am by you. LonelyGirl: We have to add pictures and videos to this app. LimberJack: Fuck yes we do! That's brilliant. You. Are. Brilliant. LimberJack: And sexy, wanted by at least two other men, who knows how many others. But who do you belong to.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

But when Matilda ran out, she took the bottle if liquor infront of her and after gulping down a huge quantity of it, she threw it to the wall and the bottle made a shattering sound, breaking into pieces. Lauren growled again in rage, she was loosing her mind. All she ever did was love Ron Diego and for what? To be dumped and replaced by Sarah Waves? Of course not, she was not going to allow it. This wasn't over yet, she was going to fight, she was going to squash the both of them like bugs. *

Practically a sin. Noah let out a low whistle. His voice had gone thick. “Fuck. You could make a hospital gown look hot.” Wesley tilted his head, eyes dragging down my body like he was carving me into memory. “Now we’re overdressed.” “Then fix it,” I said, lips curling.

Most importantly, why aren’t we all trying to find a way out of this situation? A cross between a moan and a gasp escapes my lips when Tori touches it once more, holding it firmly in her grip. She stares at it transfixedly as she slowly, softly drags her hand up and down the enormous length. “Damn,” She murmurs, repeating the intoxicating motion over and over again. “Sage, this is crazy amazing.”

“Wait when you say leader, you mean the goddamn boss of the Italian Mafia, as in the most powerful man IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD!!!” At the end of my sentence, I was literally shouting. Okay so maybe I was overreacting a little bit and maybe I wasn’t being completely honest with my shouting because I wasn’t mad that he was mega powerful, like I’m sure that’s like a super threat or something, but since I’m not involved in the whole Mafia world thing, I could care less if he was the goddamn king of all the mafia’s.

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

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.”