The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

I moaned loudly, the sound carrying over the waves outside. Ava dropped to her knees, spread my legs, and buried her face between my thighs. Her tongue was relentless — long licks through my folds, sucking my clit, two fingers thrusting deep and curling inside me. The wet, filthy sounds of her eating me out mixed with my moans and the ocean roar. I came hard against her mouth, thighs shaking, fingers tangled in her auburn hair.

Just pressure and warmth gripping my thighs and slowly pushing them apart. "Get the fuck off me!" I kick and swing at the empty air and my fist connects with nothing and the hands don't move. They hold my thighs open with a strength that makes my struggling pointless. A voice fills the room. Not from a direction. From everywhere. It’s low and the accent is acient. It’s deep and hot, the kind of voice that voices out erotica audiobooks for me. "I've been waiting two hundred years for someone to stay past midnight. Don't make me wait any longer."

Damn it. I called up social media and checked out the book groups I was a member of. I asked for dirty age gap recommendations in an anonymous post, and the advice came flooding in from loads of filthy romance bookworms. The list was incredible. My ears were already desperate for the audio. I typed out thank yous and added books to my playlist at lightning speed, setting one up right away. I couldn’t help myself.

I nod- I would do anything for her. Audrey grabs clothing from her closet and drawers and walks into the bathroom, “I’ll hurry, thank you.” “No problem.” I hear the shower turn on and I sigh as I grab my phone. What did this punk do now? I listen to the recording and my stomach twists- I have to listen to them fuck and it’s not pleasant but I don’t know when or what he said. When I finally hear it, I clench my fists. Audrey is not a whore! No wonder she is so upset. Dirty talk or not- he degraded her WHILE fucking her, treating her like some street rift, and he thought that was okay! I shake my head and turn off my phone when I hear the shower turn off.

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

Then I feel fingers near my ear. The soft tug and slide of the plug as it’s pulled free makes me gasp around Theo. The sound returns all at once, low groans, the creak of leather and rope, the wet slap of skin against skin. Then the other earplug is removed, and I feel like I’m being dropped into a storm I had only imagined before. Theo’s voice curls around me first, that smooth, cruel edge laced into every word. “You’re holding it like a good little cockslut,” he murmurs, his hand sliding to the back of my neck. “But you’re not going to swallow it. Not even when I finish. You’ll stay messy and dripping and ruined until we decide you’ve earned anything more.”

Please help me, I'm begging you! I looked down, taking in his disheveled, undignified mess, and felt a surge of different emotions inside my chest. I felt some disgust, some irony, and even some pity for him. He had been so full of ambition when he first stepped into the workforce at the company. But now, he'd ended up like this. "You never should have done all those things in the first place. You knew that you'd have ended up like this," I said, trying to free my leg but failing.

I type on my notes app with determination. Mr. Princeton was the first on my list of suspects, but I quickly deleted his name, scolding myself. How could I think the busy Mr. Princeton had time to blackmail me? Come on now, I berate myself. Instead, I jot down: “1- The people of Dudu town (except Bolu).” Speaking of Bolu, I must inform him that Mario knows about the kiss. I exhaled and scratched my head lightly, and continued pondering my list.

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

Chapter Six The soft click of the key turning in the front door lock traveled through the quiet apartment and landed in my chest with a force that made every place where Elias’s body still touched mine tighten because the sound meant someone else had entered the space that had belonged only to the two of us for the entire long day and night of relentless claiming and the knowledge that a third presence was now moving through the living room while I remained open and wet and filled with the thick evidence of everything we had done sent a sharp spike of fear mixed with a darker more desperate arousal racing through me. I felt Elias tense beneath me where I still straddled his hips with the sof