Magcon Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The room filled with easy chatter, the coke amplifying everything: laughter louder, touches lingering. Gigi leaned back, crossing long legs. "Never any story about Marvin cheating on you, Elizabeth. Many men no good. You lucky lady." Elizabeth sipped her champagne, the fizz tickling her nose. "I am lucky. He's solid. Real." Gigi sighed theatrically. "I vant to fuck the bar owner Ethan at Dirty Angels. But everybody say he no good. He fuck everybody." Sal snorted. "Bloody match made in heaven, then. You two deserve each other."

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style. “Ahhh…yes…fuck.” The girl moaned, offering her ass the more to him as the man's pink coloured dick slammed into her wide hole. I set the phone on the pillow beside me and my own fingers brushed my slick folds as her whimpers sank into my head. I moaned at how wet I already was. Wet slaps and heavy breathing filled the room from the video, and I found myself wishing I was the one in it. The blonde was obviously enjoying the thick cock something I hadn’t felt in a long time

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

😴 Meanwhile— In her room, Sonia Sinclair clutched Daniel’s picture tightly to her chest, crying uncontrollably. “It hurts so much…” “Why does it hurt like this…” She pressed her hand against her heart, trembling. “Why… God… why…” Eventually, she cried herself to sleep. Elsewhere… At the grand Sahani Villa— Inside a luxurious room filled with priceless antiques— Arth stood on the balcony, shirtless, staring at the moon. A faint smile curved his lips. “Very soon… we’ll meet again.” A pause. Then softly— “Doll…” ❤️

Magnus replied roughly, staring. “Don’t let my smile and hair color fool you,” she muttered and lowered her eyes. “I’m not always so… sunny. Usually, I’m extremely dark and twisted.” She cleared he throat and gazed at him again. “Anyway… Uhm… Did you want to talk to me about something?” “Right… Talking… Yes,” Magnus said and cleared his throat, also. “Miss Makkena, I have a proposition for you, if you’re interested.” Immediately, she pushed to her feet, barking a laugh.

My body was sore in the best way, and my mind was spinning. This was no longer just about sex. Damian Blackwood wasn’t just claiming my body. He was claiming *me*. And the most dangerous part was that I was starting to want him to.

Megan was drooling, and her gaze was fixed at the delicate sight before her with no intentions of glancing away, even for just a moment. 'Why does everything about him seems perfectly made?' She mentally asked herself, still finding it hard to stop herself from drooling. “You are always welcome to feed your eyesight as much as you want.” Damon's husky voice uttered, reaching her world of thoughts. “... And if you seem not to get enough as you want, you are mostly welcome at whatever time which suit you the best.” Megan smiled triumphantly at his words. “Am I permitted to run my hand through it to…?” She shamelessly asked him, her voiced sounding seductively. Megan could swear the voice was

Hands everywhere—squeezing my tits, slapping my ass lightly, rubbing my clit until I was shaking. “That’s it,” Ace groaned beneath me. “Feel how wet you are? Your cunt is creaming all over my cock while we fuck you like a little whore.” I should have hated the words. Instead they made me clench harder around both cocks. Pleasure built fast and dirty, coiling tight in my belly. I was moaning around Alaric’s shaft, drooling down my chin, my body surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations. Damian’s voice cut through the haze. “She’s close. I can tell.”