The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

She thrusts back but I grip her hips, holding her in place. “Not yet,” I rasp in her ear, dragging the head of my cock over her pussy and tapping against her clit until she moans a low “mmm… ahh…” before she even realizes. “You want me inside, you say it again. Louder. Filthier. I want to hear how bad you need to be fucked.” Her voice cracks and she nearly chokes. “Please, George—fuck me, ruin me, make me your dirty little slut. I don’t care who hears, I just need you inside me.”

Parking Area – Clash Begins As one of the goons stepped forward to touch Rose Sinclair— CRACK— She twisted his wrist brutally. A loud scream echoed across the parking area. 😳 Hearing it, Aarth Sahni, who was walking toward his car, turned sharply. The moment he saw her— A smirk appeared. “Doll…” ❤️ At the same time, from another direction— Daniel Blackwood stood still. Expression blank… But eyes locked on her. Both men were hidden behind cars—

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

Disposable cups and empty bottles crunched under my knees. I grappled with a garbage bag that was so overstuffed the plastic ripped. When I lifted it, the putrid contents exploded over the floor, coating my hands and the nearby counter. I groaned, planting my hands on my hips, exhausted and disgusted. This relentless misery was my price for staying close to the monsters. A deep voice sliced through the filth, so close it made me jump. “Look who’s playing in the dirt.” I whirled around. My breath hitched.

And I couldn’t control myself to stay quiet anymore. “Unghhhhhh” “Damn, you like it when I say dirty things don’t you?.” I couldn’t talk. I was out of breath. “Finally, someone that gets me. Your sister doesn’t like it when I talk dirty, you know. But you, you're perfect for me. My perfect little whore” “Unghhh,… Ahhhhh….” “Yes baby, just like that. Let me hear you moan like the perfect little slut you are”

I murmured too low for him to listen. I anticipated for him to be a clean freak but this is just called, getting on my nerves. “What is it?” I sat down on my bed relaxing completely. “Dirt creeps me out.” He groaned in a low voice as if he could barely stand it. “Yeah! And you creep me out. There’s nothing I can do about it can I?” I titled my head, parting my lips into a wide grin, and unleashed the most fierce and savage smile ever witnessed in history.

Hudson reignited the engine of the sleek Audi, the tires crunching over the gravel as he guided them back toward the Montgomery estate. “I had no scent of this,” Hudson muttered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly tone that might have been mistaken for sympathy in a lesser wolf.

The cellar was silent, but it was a silence thick with the smell of ozone and ancient dust. The Auditor had not just vanished; it had been De-rezzed, its geometric plates dissolving into a fine, black silt that covered the floor like funeral ash. In its place, hovering inches above the copper grounding rod, was the Golden Record.