Nash Grier Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

“You have no idea how bad I screwed up. I mean, she was just there and looking at me all innocent. Fuck, I should have stopped myself from getting so close to this girl. Now, it’s too late to forget her. It’s like she’s everywhere I go. What would you do if you were in my situation?” “You can start by telling me who this girl is that has my best friend so conflicted.” “July came to me and wanted me to be her personal trainer. Then, the next thing I know I give her a job as a receptionist. This is where it gets bad. I started hanging out with her after hours and before I know it, my lips are on hers. It didn’t end there. She started calling me a name and it made something inside me come alive

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tracy slides a hand under my shirt and lightly brushes my right nipple. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She whispers, her eyes a hypnotizing shade of blue. “You’d like putting your cock inside me.” Goosebumps break out over my hands as illicit images crowd my head. “I know you wanna. What was it you wrote? Fuck me so hard, I’d lose all this bitchiness and beg you for more?” Hearing my own words said out loud by the muse herself has heat climbing up the back of my neck and my eyes dart away in shame. “Think you’re up to the task, Connor? Or are you just all talk?” Something dark and angry surges up inside me at the taunt in her tone. Right there is the bitchiness I talked a