The Dirt Audiobook Novels & Stories

I knew I was rambling nonsense at this point so I tried to take a few deep breaths like my therapist showed me so I could calm the fuck down and not have a panic attack while on the phone. “Wait what the hell are you talking about? OMG ARE YOU IN ROME!!!” “Of course, that’s what you choose to focus on, not on the fact that I practically got mauled by some bear ass looking men, who looked like the dollar tree version of men in black.” “Right sorry, I just got so excited that you’re finally in the same country and time zone as me that I kind of forgot about that.”

“Good. Lose it then. Let the road keep bouncing that pretty ass on my dick. I want to feel you get wetter until your juices soak through and mark my shorts. We still got hours of this, little sis. Plenty more bumps coming to make you grind on your stepbrother’s cock while Mom and Dad sing along without a clue.” My breathing stayed fast and uneven as another bump forced me to roll my hips again, dragging my swollen clit along his throbbing length. The dirty friction felt too good and I hated how much my body was reacting, getting slicker and hotter with every whispered word and every jolt from the highway. “Zane… fuck,” I whispered, voice barely there. “It’s getting even harder.

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Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement. Hit her tits and face. Jade's eyes are half-closed. mouth open. I lean down, my wet chest sliding over her breasts, rubbing my piss-skin all over her. She arches up, Rubbing against it, loving the filth. I quicken my pace, pounding into her harder. Her pussy clenches, Milking my cock. I can feel her getting wetter, juices flowing out around me. mixing with what's left of her piss.

The Major was sitting silently in the limo with the Detective as he listened intently to the recording that he received on his phone via a pair of wired earphones. Unfortunately, he still can't get the hang of Bluetooth earplugs so he's happy with his "Jurassic" setup. Like the longtime friend who he's riding with, they follow the old adage "If it's not broke don't fix it" so they are quite content to just stick with what they're familiar with.

And slams deep. He fucks me like I’m actually an animal. Hard. Fast. Brutal. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust. The force is devastating – driving me forward, making my arms tremble, making me drop to my elbows with my face pressed into the dirt. “That’s better.” He adjusts his angle, going even deeper. “Face in the dirt. Ass in the air. Like a bitch in heat.” "Woof – ” I sob it without being told. Playing the part. Being what he wants me to be.

“You wanted me to lose my fucking mind until I couldn’t take it anymore. Until I had my fat cock buried all the way inside you. That’s what you wanted, huh?” He’s so vulgar, so crass, and I shouldn’t like it but my body does. I moan as a rush of wetness coats his penis and he feels it, a pained grin settling on his lips. “My dirty little Abigail,” he murmurs. “Seducing your uncle until he’s scrambling to get his cock out and up this tight cunt.” A particularly harsh thrust follows those words and I wail into my hand which is now filled with bite marks. “Hell knows if I knew I had a niece with a pussy this tight, I’d have hopped on the first flight and come down here the second I divorced my

Sound collapsed. I let the cable fall and stood bent for one ragged second with my hands on my thighs, dragging air into myself through a chest that felt half crushed. Blood had dried and freshened on me in layers. Dirt clung to my skin, my jacket, my hair. Worse than dirt too. I could smell it on myself; shit, stagnant water, rust, the long settled rot of the ground I had rolled in to confuse pursuit. I must have looked feral. More animal than man. Some part of me was dimly aware of the fact that Ayla was staring at me as if she had seen a body return from the dead and had not yet decided whether to trust her own eyes.

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember at first, it was just several grains of dust that hurt your tiny little eyes and your fragile lungs…’ “I-I didn’t want this.” I can feel the fear creeping in, mocking me, embracing me as well. I never thought things could get this bad. Two devils on each of my shoulder, waxing me with sentiments and wants, deeming them necessary in order to pave way into a world of materialism I have always desired. Admitting this makes it even hard to believe I had fallen in a pit so deep. And despite knowing how immoral it sounds, I am liking it. I want it all. I want to keep everything in this room I am seeing. Dustin is definitely my weakness, the drug I’ve fai