One Direction Preferences Dirty Novels & Stories

finally broke with a soft cry and a hard clench of my walls around his fingers. He held me through it and then brought his wet fingers to my mouth so that I could taste the mixed evidence of everything we had done, the musky salty flavor of our joined releases coating my tongue and the act of it sending a fresh spark of heat through my core even under the continued gaze. His cock was hard again against my thigh, and the knowledge that the hunger between us still had not been fully exhausted made my own body answer with a renewed throb of need. He shifted us once more, guiding me onto my hands and knees on the bed, the position leaving me open and exposed, and the vulnerability of it mixed w

Get on your knees, remember you are on a tight collar, and beg for my piss. The taboo word sent a shiver through me, nasty and dirty in exactly the way I craved. This dom pulled something deeper out of me, proving again that he matched every one of my darker wants. I stroked myself slowly, building myself back up again. DomCraver: I’m kneeling now, Dom, with the collar in mind. Please, mark me with your piss.

“Now, I believe you have a spanking to receive.” “Yes Daddy, I’ve been a real bad girl.” “Go to the sofa and bend over the arm of it. Thigh spread for Daddy.” Oh my God! I don’t argue or give him any sass. Now, I’m bent over the sofa. Just the thought of getting spanked has me wet already. I hear the metal from the buckle of his belt and him taking it off. He pulls my skirt up over my ass and murmurs. “Pink cotton panties, Daddy’s favorite.”

He pulls me to my feet, with his rock-hard member between us. "Are you ready to be fucked, Veronica?" Ezra asks, taking my mouth and pressing his cock against me. "YES!" I moan loudly. He spins me around so that he can have me from behind. I feel his fingers rubbing my soaked pussy and probing inside hard. I feel as though I’ll burst at the seams at any minute, and then his fingers are gone and back in my hair, this time at the base of my neck. SMACK! Ezra smacks me on the ass hard. "Do you like that, kitten?" Ezra asks me.

It was deep, possessive, tongue fucking my mouth, tasting of salt and sin and us. When he pulled back, his eyes were still dark, but the predatory edge had softened into something else. Something just as dangerous—obsession. “Cleanup in aisle five,” I mumbled, my voice hoarse from screaming, a weak attempt at humor through the haze. A genuine laugh, low and surprised, rumbled in his chest. “You’re unbelievable, TatiaDonovan. My perfect, filthy mess.” He took my hand, his fingers lacing with mine, sticky with our fluids.

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.

"Because without this, you'd die alone and untouched. At least now you have options. Some guys out there are actually considering it, Eva. They're actually willing to overlook how repulsive you are. If that's not a gift, I don't know what is." "Honestly, I'm shocked anyone's interested," Marcus chimed in, leaning closer to look at the phone. "I mean, looking at that photo? I almost threw up. All those rolls and dimples and—Jesus Christ, it's like looking at a before picture in a weight loss ad."

She let out a loud scream. Minutes later, Calvin entered. "What are you doing?" He questioned, definitely not impressed by the site in front of him. Floor was coated with soapy water. Blair was there, sitting on the floor surrounded by dirty clothes. Her white oversized tshirt and pajama shorts were soaked and her messy bun was really living upto it's name. He didn't know why, but for some reason he found her really cute. "Why are you so...." "Go ahead, say that I am hopeless."

My muffled moans vibrated around Julian’s length, making him curse and push a little deeper into my throat. “You’re such a perfect little whore for us,” Oliver panted, sweat dripping from his chest onto my bouncing tits as he slammed deeper, one hand reaching down to rub my clit in tight, relentless circles. “Gonna come again already? Milk my cock with that greedy pussy, Leena. Show Dad how well you take us.” The overwhelming pleasure, the dual sensations of Oliver pounding my pussy and Julian fucking my mouth, the constant creaking bed, the wet obscene noises, and the filthy dirty talk, pushed me over the edge fast.

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.