Reads You For Filth Novels & Stories

He stood over me, demanding that I meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he ordered again, his voice cracking slightly on the first syllable. His eyes were not just angry; they were dead, utterly devoid of any recognition or affection, filled only with disgust and a profound sense of shattered entitlement. “Look at the filth you have made tonight. The merger is dead. Years of work, decades of planning, the security of this entire family… ruined. You have made us a spectacle, a disgrace, a joke that will run in every newspaper across the globe. All because of your sickness.”

If you are reading this, I love you, and you matter. And I hope you’re all hungry for more smut! Love, HRH

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he muttered, brushing his shoulders off as if ridding himself of mortal filth. “You're horrid,” I said, at the end of my rope. “How can you not loathe yourself? You have no redeeming qualities. What. So. Ever.” I leaned against the rail, gazing dourly at the thick black waters.

Ugly Sharp and menancing in a way that made my fucking skin crawl. “Once I take out the trash… you won’t have a reason to stay.”

“Then I’ll call you my pretty little slut.” Pulling the finger out, she spits on my pussy which causes me to freeze--and moan--from the shock of the cold saliva and the downright dirty action. Then she pushes my upper body flat to the bed until only my hip is elevated in the air, aligns the huge head of her shaft with my entrance, then impales me.

My moans became loud, filthy, and desperate. “Oh shit— oh shit— I’m gonna— ahh—! Lucien— fuck— I’m coming so hard—!” I came with a long, raw scream, my whole body shaking. Lucien followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning my name. Afterward, he untied me and pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair as I trembled against his chest. “You’re mine now,” he whispered. “Not just for the contract. Tell me you understand.”

Sicko. “Clean this filth,” he growled, and walked away.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

“But leave some of Daddy’s cum inside you. I want you walking around all day feeling exactly who you belong to.” I shivered with fresh arousal. “Yes, Daddy.”