Novel & Cerita Really Dirty Fanfiction

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.”

He growls low in my ear then suddenly spins me to face him again, lifts me off the ground and slams me down on his cock in one hard, desperate slam. I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on as he fucks up into me with wild, punishing rhythm. His face is buried in my neck, breath hot and broken. “Gonna fill you up,” he grits, voice wrecked. “Want you dripping with me. Want you ruined.” My breath catches… God, I want it too. The wicked fantasy. The risk. All of it. But then he slows just a fraction, his grip tightening as if he’s fighting himself.

The filthy reality of the situation made everything hotter. “That is exactly what you are, baby—a dirty cheating Hollywood slut who sneaked out on her perfect fiancé just to get her brains fucked out by a regular guy. I love how your married pussy is creaming all over me again. Tell me you want me to fill you up one more time before you go back to him and pretend nothing happened.” She leaned down and kissed me messily while riding me faster, her voice breaking into desperate moans.

“Fuck, you’re dripping, you dirty whore. You love this, don’t you? Being used like a cheap fuck toy.” Rosemary moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, sir. I love it. I’m your dirty little fuck toy.” Tails plunged two fingers inside her, fucking her hard and fast. “That’s right, take it like a good little slut. Milk my fingers with your greedy cunt.” Rosemary cried out, her muscles contracting around his fingers as she came hard, her juices coating his hand. Tails pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

Mom moaned at my dirty talk, as she then set a grueling pace of deep and hard thrusts of her hard rubber cock in and out of my asshole. I moaned loudly, as my mother really fucked my ass hard. I was loving this. Mom's tight grips on my hips were pulling me back to meet her forward thrusts, driving her rubber cock even deeper into my ass. I began to push my hips back into her, desperate for more. Mom's moans were as loud as mine, as the other end of her cock was forced just as deep and hard into her pussy as she was using to fuck my ass. God, I felt so dirty and hot with the knowledge that my mother and I were enjoying her fucking my asshole with such abandon. I moaned loudly when I remembere

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

“Make out. Both of you. And don’t be quiet. Tell each other what dirty little sluts you are.” Sophia smiled and pulled me close. Our wet bodies pressed together, breasts rubbing, as we kissed deeply. Our tongues slid against each other, the kiss turning sloppy and hungry. “I’m such a filthy slut,” Sophia whispered against my lips. “Letting two men use my holes while my best friend watches.” I moaned softly, grinding against her thigh. “I’m worse. I’m a professor who fucks her student and begs for more. Such a desperate cock-hungry whore.”

“Joke’s on you. We’re going to win. And when we do, these boys are taking off their clothes and skinny-dipping with us while you clean our dirty clothes with your tongue.” My brows lifted. “You’ve been watching too much reality TV.” “I have this crazy feeling one thing’s going to lead to another and I’m gonna get that hockey boy money.” “Sure, Molly,” I said, flashing a cold smile. “Keep those dreams alive. Meanwhile, I’ll be living in the real world where your team of girly girls has no shot at beating a professional hockey team.” Something flickered behind her smug mask. A tremor. A flash of what if I’ve messed up.

“Fuck… already dripping for me… Been fantasizing about this too, haven’t you? Every time you walk into one of these empty apartments… dreaming about a real man coming to renovate that pretty pussy…” He pushed those fingers inside me without warning… deep, stretching, curling against that spot that made my vision spark white. My head fell back against the fresh drywall and I gasped his name… though I still didn’t know it. Didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his rough palm ground against my clit while his fingers fucked me slow and relentless, exactly like every dirty fantasy I’d rubbed out in my bed after late-night site walks.

Chapter 5 Title:Still Open, Still Leaking Setting: Jonah’s penthouse apartment, 3:17 a.m., alone POV:Jonah Cole (first-person) Focus: Solo — filthy self-use, overstimulation, residual mess, mirror, toys, heavy self-degradation Heat: Extremely high, pure smut I barely made it through my own front door.