Play Dirty By Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

As I caress her little hole in between her legs, she just stays still and feels how I rub her clit with my fingers. "Fuck, you're too wet Ruth!" I said and she bit her lower lip to hold back her orgasms. She tried to stop hands down there but I keep touching it and it's now so fucking wet! "Please stop. This is insane and very informal!" She cries out trying to push me on the floor but instead of letting her go, I tore her dress into pieces and took off everything she had on her body. "I know you keep thinking about me when you saw how I shove my cock to Laura's pussy right?" I said while I sat on the couch and pulled my hard long thing inside my pants.

Politics’ Dirty Games: The President ADRIANNA WALES’ POV What I hate about myself is not giving in. Not giving in even when my heart and my mind together are already bloody screaming at me what I want and how I can get it. This is all just pride talking and influencing my whole being not to give in—not to give into Matt Zamora. Whatever we have is at the fine line between perfection and chaos. Our relationship compliments both of us in all the wonderful ways, but it is also in the brink of destroying everything we have.

"What makes you think that I'd want you again? You aren't sweet anymore and couldn't even make me cum. Do you want me to say more in front of Mia?" Sandra’s face crimsoned from shame but she would be stupid to allow the conversation to continue. "You asshole, you will regret this,” Sandra screamed and stormed towards the door. "I don't think so," Greg murmured under his breath. Sandra opened the door and almost collided with the cleaner. Without as much as an apology, she stormed out. Greg apologized to the cleaner on her behalf. "Sorry."

Selena I feel dirty. I am dirty. I am disgusting. And it's no one's fault but my own. I shouldn't have taken the shortcut and entered those damned woods in the first place. Even though I made it back home in one piece, relatively untouched, I've never been so disgusted with myself before. My mind was a mess, and I had no idea how I snuck home unnoticed. If my mother or dad were to catch me- the near-rape situation wouldn't seem so bad anymore.

He continued thrusting into her until she felt his cock jerking inside her as he filled her with his seed. Deep in the forest, just outside the borders of the Graystorm Pack, Sandrine staggered unsteadily through the trees before falling to the ground and lying there on a patch of grassy moss. Her clothes were filthy and disheveled, and her hair resembled a birds nest, with twigs and bits of leaves haphazardly sticking out from the matted clumps. Her smooth skin was covered in dirt and scratches that were oozing blood, but she hardly seemed to notice. But perhaps the most unusual thing about her appearance was her eyes, where her eyes had once been a deep ocean blue, they were now a lifeless

I have lived dirty, and I will die dirty if it comes to that. But still… I do not regret it. Not one second with her. Not one stolen moment, not one kiss, not one touch. Love? Maybe. Lust? Definitely. Whatever it is, it was worth it. Even if it ruins me. I mash the cigarette into the ashtray. Smoke just hangs in the air, swirling around like it’s got secrets. Maybe everything’s falling apart; yeah, sure, folks are probably out there cursing my name, ready to see my head on a spike or something. Doesn’t matter, though. Sandra’s the only high I want. My addiction. My downfall. And I will drag her down with me.

How close I came to death, how close Giovanni had been at death’s door. Soap spilled through my hands, bubbling and foaming as I lathered my hands. I scrubbed the grime that had embedded in my skin, the hardened crimson dirt that lined my finger nails. I scrubbed and scraped at my fingers and hands, trying to rid the murky residue. No amount of water and soap seemed to be able to remove the scarlett muddiness.

The memories from a particular night hit him and left his eyes wide open. The look on Ace’s face was a confirmation to Belinda that there were some skeletons in his cupboard. It was then that she picked interest and began the conversation that led to the reveal of more deep dirty secrets. “Is there anything you want us to talk about? What is going on? Tell me now I still have my mind and sanity intact because I swear I am about to lose it this very moment” she soberly said. Immediately Belinda was done talking, the very night that Ace had an unprotected One Night Stand with a lady he met in a club, hit his memory so hard and left him totally dumbfounded.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.