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I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Yeah, I have Sam in my life, too. I met Ben at a book club I reluctantly joined courtesy of my partner in crime, Joanna. Well, she had told me some male writers might look nerdy but like to try out the kinky stuff in their wild imagination. So, Benson is a perfect example. Let’s say I am his lab rat, or should I say smut story rat. And I have been subjected to reading every single thing we have done together in one of his smut books. I’m like the main character in his book. You might find it offensive, but I love it! I have consent, though, cause it’s exciting. I love weird and wild sexual things.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

“Feel how deep your stepbrother is breeding you? I’m going to fill this forbidden cunt until it overflows.” I pushed back to meet every brutal thrust, moaning shamelessly into the pillow. Another orgasm built fast, my oversensitive walls fluttering around his thick shaft. Damien reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, pushing me over the edge again. I came with a muffled scream, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned loudly. “Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, pounding faster. “Gonna pump my stepsister full of cum.” “Do it,” I gasped. “Breed me. Fill your little sister’s womb.”

He gripped Elias’s hair tighter and pushed forward, rubbing the head of his cock across Elias’s parted lips, smearing precum over them. “Open.” Elias obeyed. The second his lips parted, Damien thrust in, he forced his cock past Elias’s lips and straight into his throat in one rough motion. Elias gagged hard, eyes watering instantly as his throat convulsed around the thick intrusion. Damien held him there, buried to the hilt, letting him choke and struggle. “Fuck… that’s it,” Damien groaned, voice low and filthy. “Choke on it. Your pretty little mouth was made for this.”

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."

Sky's laughter appeared in my mind, her pink cheeks every time I said something dirty to her or every time we fucked. Her sweet smell and her soft touch. I loved it like no one else had in a long time, and the worst part was, I'd just screwed up.