Play Dirty By Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

It was like this unspeakable game between the two us, he was quick to take on the challenge. A grimace crept to my lips as I started touching myself too, slowly until my fingers found my wet soaked pussy. The room was dimly lit and between that and the steam in the air, only little was left to imagination but it was more than enough. As a finger entered me, I let out a soft moan which only echoed louder, and then two.

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.

His hot cum drips down my pussy and it makes me pulse in desire once again. Keeping my eyes locked with his I slide my hand down to my pussy and rub his cum over my clit, going around in circles, faster and faster, till I come once again. I’ve never felt so dirty, but so good. It’s filthy and I love it. And by the way, Blake is looking at me right now, I can tell that he loves what I did too. Maybe Blake likes dirty girls. Maybe I can be his dirty girl.

"Why should I stop you, when it's your right? Do you need money? You can go get it from the alpha himself. All you have to do is tell him the truth. Oh, by the way, I hope you get the job you’re looking for at Aztec’s company. "And one more thing, I truly hope you applied as a janitor, because that job suits you well, dear sister,” Sandra said to Scarlet, even walking towards her sister, and sniffing Scarlet's hair before turning away like Scarlet had a particular stench on her. Well, if the stench of selfishness, rudeness, and a lack of understanding existed, then Scarlet could be filling their office with that, right at this moment. Sandra knew these were dangerous waters she was sailing e

“No one’s going to—” “I almost got raped!” The realization hit me like acid. Disgust crawled over my skin. A sob tore from my throat. “I feel… dirty. I need to get it off me. I need to get this skin off!” My nails scraped at my arms, burning, but Damien caught my hands before I could go too far. “Hailey! Calm down!” He pulled me closer, steadying me, wrapping one arm around my back, holding me tight. “You don’t get it, Damien! He covered me in his filth!” I screamed, louder than I’d meant to. “You will never understand! I need to get this off me! It’ll never go away! It doesn’t go away! It never does!”

She moaned again and shut her eyes. His hands made their way from her buttocks to her dripping pussy. His fingers touched the tender folds of her labia, she let go of her inhibitions and cried out loud, she no longer gave a shit if her mother walked in and happened to find her and He getting down and dirty. This was her imagination, anyway, her world. In Sandy’s world, her mother wouldn’t get up and interrupt her fantastic mental lovemaking.

She quickly kicked Sandford's knee as a sign to tell him to talk to distract Liam. "I... I... just followed Audrey's wishes," Sandford said haltingly. "I was talking to another friend of mine, when Audrey gave me the key to this room and said that she would wait for me here. I didn't know she would trapped me to sleep with her." Audrey glared at Sandford, angry and furious, but there was nothing she could do. Sandford is still Sandford, a trash human who will never turn good. His mentality has been formed into a trash mentality that is difficult to repair and he meets another trash, namely Rica, making them suitable for hanging out together.

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

"The taboo has never been so delicious, and I want more... always more." "And I... can't resist you..." Dirly replied, her voice hoarse, dirty with desire, her fingers still gripping him. "Every touch, every moan... it addicts me... consumes me..." The heat persisted, the sweat streamed, their bodies still glued together, but desire was already pulsing anew, signaling that this was just another episode of the intense, dirty, and forbidden surrender that would only deepen with every touch, every position, every provocation, and every risk.