One Direction Preferences Dirty Novels & Stories

"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."

"Since we are living together from now on, let's have an agreement. There are five rooms here, including the living room. There is also a mini gym and an indoor swimming pool. You can do anything you want but always clean after yourself. I hate messy things. Don't enter my study or touch my stuff without my permission. Also, I won't bother you, you won't bother me. I know this marriage must be hard on you too. So let's be considerate towards eachother, okay? That way we both can be happy." She realised three things from his statement. First, he was a clean freak; second, he was possessive with what was his and lastly he hadn't accepted her as his wife, which was kind of expected. He just tol

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.

Ethan pushed through the heavy oak door of Dirty Angels just as the afternoon light bled into dusk outside. The bar smelled like it always did this time of day, stale beer, lemon cleaner, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation for the night ahead. Neon signs flickered to life above the bottles: one red “OPEN” that buzzed like a trapped insect, another green “HANDS OFF” that always made him smirk. He was still half-hard from the morning, the memory of Sofia and Camila's mouths lingering like smoke in his veins.

I beg shamelessly. “I won’t dare” he answered and continued licking my pussy. Sucking my pussy and using his teeth to grave my clit. Flickering his tongue inside my pussy, and he sticks two fingers inside me. He intensify the wonder of his fingers, adding more pressure to it and I moan out loudly, unable to control myself anymore. His fingers start going deep and deliberate, exploring different places inside me. Heat coils low in my belly, building up faster than I can grasp, tight and urgent. Images of my stepdad starts coming up in my head. I started seeing Dave eating my pussy instead of Jackson.

His mouth parted, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “I need to touch you right now,” he whispered. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks like I was something delicate. But his eyes told a different story, he wanted to ruin me. Noah moved behind me, his chest pressing to my back as his lips found my neck. “I need to taste you,” he breathed against my skin, voice rough with need. Dennis stood at my side, his gaze sweeping over my body, slow and appreciative. His presence always made me feel like I was under a spotlight. “Tell us how to make you hot,” he said, his voice low, teasing, confident.

The man by her side was fiddling with her dress, but his eyes had turned to our direction to behold the spectacle before him. Ophelia licked her lips as her eyes darkened with desire. My chest was heaving as I lay there quietly. The other lady pried my leg apart, and another man did the same with the other leg, until I was spread-eagled on the floor of this dirty tavern. Ophelia and the rest of the group were gawking at my dripping wet pussy. Ophelia licked her lips. "You can fuck her now…" The man rubbed his cock against my entrance, and then he slowly sheared himself inside of me.

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

These greedy old fizzers always love to play dirty but unfortunately they're messing with the wrong person. "Are you trying to pick a fight,Lord Damian?"

"Calm down. This will be a great way to see who she likes more." "HOW?!" "Think about it. It's Vegas. She gets drunk and she spills her dirty little DM secrets. Maybe she'll want to hook-up with one of us. Or maybe she winds up finding out who she's been talking to and actually picks one of us." I hated to admit Noah's correct but it was actually pretty fantastic. It would give us a clear winner. And this was a contest I was hell bent on winning. "Fucking-A, bro, you are one sly bastard." I put my hand out to shake his.