The Dirt Book 2: Oh No Not Again Novels & Stories

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

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.

at first, followed by "Yes, yes, ohh fuck, cunt, I'm a motherfucking slut, whore, bitch, cunt, fuck. I'm a fucking whore, I'm your cumming bitch, I'm your dirty, needy cum slut! Oh I love this! I need this. Stay with me. Stay. Stay. Stay. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Drive that big fucking monster up my ass. Drive it hard. Hard, hard, HARD. Oh fuck I love it in the ass! Pump me some more. Fuck me in the ass, fuck me in the ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, Fuuuuuck it hard!" Her dirty talk made me hard all over again. I drove her as hard as I could while I still could. But soon my softening dick slipped out of her bum. I collapsed

Who knew getting someone out of jail for assault and battery took 4 hours (and a few thousand dollars on the side, but no one needed to know that). I parked the car in our garage next to Ava’s yellow mclaren and just as we were about to head to the main living room, we were ambushed by the two devils themselves. And just as I predicted they immediately started fussing, checking us over for any injuries or bullet wounds. “We’re both fine so stop for fuck’s sake,” I was getting seriously annoyed now and when I was annoyed, I was in the mood to either drink till I forgot my name or go shoot at something.

Sandra sat at her desk, typing the last chapters to her newest children’s book about Max the Dog, when Creighton came stomping through the back door. The rain started as a slow mist yesterday and turned into a full summer downpour today. In the back of her mind, she promised not to scream at him for tracking mud through the house she had spent two hours cleaning, but she knew it was about to happen. She had spent a very frustrating morning cleaning with two whining children under foot, and she wasn’t in much of a mood to start all over again.

"It’s rough." "Because it’s covered with dry mud. I should wipe off the mud. " Leonardo returned the book to Angela, who took the time to clean it in the bathroom. She placed the book in a basin of water and left it to soften and melt the mud. It was initially brown, but later revealed its true cover color, pink. "This book is pink," Angela said quietly, her hand shaking as she held a stick and drew the book from the water, letting it dry in the wind after removing the mud. Until the truth comes out. It was Esmeralda's long-lost diary.

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

His free hand dipped into her leggings, finding her panties soaked. "Fuck, you're wet," he said, fingers circling her clit through the fabric. She bucked, moaning his name. The realism hit her—the scratch of the rug, the pop of embers, his stubble rasping her skin. No fantasy; this was Max, the guy who'd bandaged her scraped knees, now unraveling her.

I can only imagine what I will do with clods of dirt. I sit on the ground with the book opened to the marked page and begin chanting. The reaction is almost immediate as chunks of earth begin floating around me. It feels like my mind is holding lots of strings pulling them up and suspending them in the air. Now I have to split my focus and suspend some and throw others. The first chunk I try to move explodes with a pop and shower of dirt. Oliver lets out a little laugh, so I focus on one closer to his leg, which also explodes, hitting him with some of the debris. He jumps and moves to the side and I focus on another close to him getting another explosion. I find that having him to focus

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”