One Direction Preferences Dirty Novels & Stories

His expression was cold and scary. “You’re back!” She greeted him with a big smile “How’s Europe?” She added “Baby, I heard you had a lovely one-night stand weeks ago” He looked at her with a deep eyes ‘Damn it, I already deleted all the evidence but he still managed to find out!’ Stephanie thought Seeing Stephanie went silent, he added, “Are you that lack of fuck? Am I leaving you too long? I should bring you to my business trip next time,” Martin leaned lazily on his sofa

My spit ran down his shaft as I worked him messy and loud. After a while I slid off his face and kissed him deeply but slowly this time in order to share the filthy taste. "You taste like my ass," I whispered against his lips when we pulled back from the kiss. Damon chuckled darkly, the sound aroused me as he flipped us so he was now on top. "And you love it my greedy teammate." We made out rough again with hands everywhere and bodies grinding. The hate was still there under all of the lust spelling out, sharp and hot.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

he asked, voice low and filthy. “Yes,” I moaned, rocking against his hand. “It made me feel so dirty… and so fucking turned on. I kept thinking about you watching me. About what you were going to do to me.” Victor pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them. Taste how wet you are for me.” I opened my mouth obediently and sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them as I tasted myself. He watched me with dark, hungry eyes, his cock visibly straining against his pants.

Just thinking his name already gets under my skin. He’s the kind of guy who looks like he was born to get away with everything, star player, arrogant, confident, the type who thinks rules are optional, that everything is a game as long as he’s winning, the kind of guy who plays dirty, on and off the ice, and somehow people still like him, admire him, follow him. The kind of guy my best friend fell for. Sofi. Of course it had to be her.

They frame her beautifully, pulling her shoulders back, lifting her just enough, holding her like she belongs there. I don’t usually tease with orgasms. That’s more Theo’s preference, especially when he’s in a mood to watch someone unravel. I’m different. I prefer to push them from one high to the next, no breaks, no slow build, just relentless waves until they’re breathless and begging for mercy.

What was wrong with having dinner with my own husband, anyway? Seeing me act close with Lionel made Tracy furious. She pointed a shaking finger at me. "How did I end up with a sister like you? Are you really that eager to jump into bed with him?" Her angry face only made me feel sick. With Lionel looking at me, clearly confused, I got into the car and said, "Only people with dirty minds see everything as dirty. If you think dinner means something else, maybe you shouldn't go for dinner ever again. What if a guy looks at you while you're eating and you think he's trying to sleep with you?"

Keir chuckled standing up and following behind her to wash off. "I...Well," Octavia stuttered not knowing what to say to that, they never really talked about their other partners, not that she even had one. "You are the only man I am currently fucking," she admitted turning on the tap on the zinc and washing her mouth clean. She looked through the cupboard as she spotted a mouthwash, She felt Keir hugging her from behind tightly as he kissed her cheeks. Was he pleased to hear that he was the only man she had been fucking or he was just being in the moment right now?

I shout back, keeping my voice steady despite the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. River will not be so easily turned away, I know that. He’s far too annoying to do anything I ask him to do. I don’t want to face him, though. Not now. Not with so many questions circling in my head. All I want right now is to crawl back under the covers with Akin and explore more of our connection. But, of course, River isn’t inclined to give me what I want. “Maerilee, it’s important,” he bellows again through the door. “I hate this as much as you do, but I think I’m your One.”

"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.