Playing Dirty Book Novels & Stories

“Why would you even care if I fuck all your drivers? Am I not a whore? Just what you call me last night?” “Of course you’re a whore. But I don’t want our employees to get infected by a whore’s saliva. You’re dirty and they are clean.” “So we’re the same, huh?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re also a dirty man, right? Fucking different women even when you don’t know them? Is that also inherited to the Rockwell’s blood? To be a whore too by most of women here in Pennsylvania?” Damn her. “I can’t blame them if they enjoy fucking me, Erica. But I just want you to know that I only fuck once. And before I fuck, I make sure that the woman I’m going to pound is clean. How about you? How do you like men

Ian stood in front of me, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. "I should fire you," I muttered. "You should," he said casually, slumping into the couch at the corner like he owned the place. "But then who else is going to keep your dirty little secrets?" " They’re not fake," I said tightly. Ian raised a brow. "Aren’t they?" I didn’t answer. Because yes...technically, they were forged. Fabricated. But I had to do what I did to get what I wanted. "She doesn’t need to know," I said finally.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

“It’s only the beginning… and next time I’m bending you over that table while the whole campus studies ten feet away.” The library slipped back into its quiet hush, but it felt brand new now… alive, dripping with memory, thick with the promise of every dirty, delicious discovery still to come. And as I walked her to the exit, her hand brushing mine one last time… fingers slick with the evidence of what we’d done… we both knew this was just the first chapter of the filthiest story these books had ever seen.

"You’re being paid four million. Might as well work for it." With a groan, I snatched the duster like it was a sword and marched to the bookshelf. If he wanted to turn his boredom into a game, fine. I’d turn cleaning into a whole damn performance. I dusted each shelf with the flair of a Broadway actress, tossing in dramatic sighs for flair. "Behold. I have cleaned your already clean shelf." Pierce reclined in his chair. "You’re not done. Now sort the books by how interesting the titles sound."

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.

I bit my finger to stop my saliva from dripping and watched how he stirred my p*ssy. I was disappointed when he removed his finger and lifted it. “Look how sticky your cum is. It's like a lube.” He was playing with the sticky thing in his hand now that he got inside my p*ssy. While he was doing that, I lowered my legs and then leaned against the car window and door and lay halfway down.

Playing dirty to get what we want. Authors note: This is the end of book one. Book two will continue under the same title. I hope you’ve enjoyed book one. Book two’s title is: The Promised Mate

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?