Mr 112dirtbag Novels & Stories

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

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

I change into my trenchcoat with nothing underneath it I wear my black thigh highs with a gutter and 4 inch black pumps I am going to deliver Mr Parker's Linch By midday I walk back down stairs my mother and her friend are nowhere in sight ,I get in my Mother's Range Rover SUV that she barley drives passing by a popular burger joint by to grab me and Hottie some lunch before Lunch heading to his office jamming to Jhené Aiko On the way. I am literally driving wet thinking about all the things Mr Parker could do to me Gosh I can't wait to get there. I drive in the Parking lot of Mr Parker's office

Klenz texted Kim that he will be late for a moment but he also texted me about that so I wasn't jealous anymore. After ten minutes of being late he arrived only with himself.... and with someone. He was with a tall ripped man, obviously twice of Klenz's age but he still looked menacing and handsome. His body was still ripped and wide, I could imagine himself looking like those playboy on the books, especially with his boyish grin. "Okay, class, I want you to meet Caleb Anderson. He's an architect and the CEO of Anderson's Real Estate. He will be the one giving your activity for today." Klenz introduced Mr. Anderson and almost all of us were too stunned to speak.

Dripping down my inner thighs in thick, sticky ropes that cooled too fast in the draft from the cracked door. The garage door rattled. Wind or the neighbor's mutt sniffing around again. Bark-bark-fuck-off-bark. Mrs. Sanchez's yappy little shit, probably smelling the sex pouring off me. His boots scuffed closer. “Color, Sage.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, voice scraping out raw. “Green.” He chuckled, low and filthy, the sound vibrating straight to my clit. The flogger whistled through the air before it exploded across my back.

He was a Man in his mid fifties and was quite short but very nice and polite. "Oh!, Bernadette welcome and Little Miss Elle". He said in his Spanish accent making cute faces at Elle making her chuckle a bit. Bernadette laughed too, amused as usual at how much Elle got along with Mr Rodriguez. The little girl waved at him still not being able to say his name. "Mr Rodriguez Good Morning". Bernadette greeted. "How's Business dear?". He asked her. "It's fine and pretty normal too, yours?".

he muttered under his breath. “If anything happens to my baby… I won’t spare anyone… I’ll destroy everything… everything…” 👿 His movements were restless, unstable… dangerous. He had no idea that every nurse and every woman around was staring at him. At that moment— Daniel was only wearing his lower. His upper body was bare. Rose’s blood stained his chest. A lion tattoo stretched across his left arm, enhancing the raw power of his muscular physique. His broad chest… his sharp features… his perfectly carved abs—

And Hagrid was the kind of muscle who wasn’t afraid to, or maybe even enjoyed, getting his hands dirty. But Clyde? Clyde, who was Maddox’s right-hand man, who issued more orders than anyone else next to Stetson, and who was masochistic and mean just for the sake of being so, was always the real threat. “He--” Stetson started. “I don’t,” Clyde hissed out, feet echoing on the cold floor of the large garage as he strolled forward, “give a fuck. Stop making fools of yourselves.” His eyes jerked to Gianna and nodded. “This is the doctor?.”

His voice softened. I was keening from the urgent impulse entirely new to me and inexpressible, I moaned loudly; “Yes! Yes! Yes please” Then lowered my voice once. “Paired and connected successfully” He mimicked Siri. “Now, Mr B.D can’t wait to penetrate and thrust in and out of your honey pot” He spoke softly and sensually. I bit my lips when a felt tingling touch from an imaginary d*ck sliding up my thigh yet I kept my eyes bravely opened because I only wanted to feel what was coming upon me but I got engrossed staring at the Mr BD which truly was a huge d*ck.