The Filthy Thirteen Book Novels & Stories

Charlie A slight breeze rustles my hair, and I look out at the street. My heart is sitting at the bottom of my chest, and all the cracks are starting to separate. It won’t be long until it shatters into a million pieces again, and this time, there’ll be no putting it back together. My ex-fiancé is sitting on the porch next to me, waiting for his ride to come pick him up. He cheated on me. Embarrassed me. But it’s not him who’s hurting me.

I cum first. Squeeze him. Shake all over. He shoots again. Fills me more. Cum bubbles out. Runs down. I collapse on him. Bodies stick. Wet and gross. Infection complete. I rise. Eyes milky. Urge to spread it. We leave the room. Find more survivors. My pussy hurts but craves more. Zeke follows in and his cock dangles, ready. We hunt together; rape and infect. Horde grows. Screams long gone; only moans left.

Black swim trunks clung to his hips, riding low enough to reveal the sharp angles of his pelvis, the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the fabric. I swallowed. He hadn't seen me yet. Nathaniel ran a hand through his wet hair, shoving it back from his forehead. The gesture was careless, almost lazy, but it exposed the column of his throat, the strong line of his jaw, the hollow of his collarbone where water still pooled. Water clung to his lashes. His lips were slightly parted. He looked like sin made flesh. My fingers curled against my thighs. Then his eyes found me.

Lila had always been drawn to the forbidden. Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town.

“All three. Please, Damien” He gave my ass one last firm swat, the crack loud in the quiet cellar. “Three,” I cried out, tears pricking my eyes from the sharp sting. “I belong to all three of you Marcus, Lucas, and you.” “Fuck yes,” Damien growled. He kicked my legs wider and pressed the thick head of his cock against my entrance. No warning. No mercy. He thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, stretching me so perfectly I cried out. “That’s it. Take it. Feel how deep I can go.”

Evie realizes she’s been promoted to a very… personal position. And once she signs, there’s no safe word strong enough to get her out of the game he plays behind closed office doors. Bound by power. Branded by lust. She’s not just his assistant anymore. She’s his. Chapter 1 You’re Hired… I wasn’t wearing underwear. Not because I was feeling bold or slutty—but because I hadn’t done laundry in three days and all I had left were Christmas-themed panties with a dancing Santa. That would’ve been more humiliating.

Even his name felt forbidden. I hesitated, then let it pour out. "I've had thoughts…filthy ones. About a man taking me roughly, his hands pinning me down while he thrusts into me without mercy. I imagine sucking him deep, choking on his cock until tears run down my face. And... worse. Him fucking my ass hard, making me beg for forgiveness even as I come undone." The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. My cheeks burned, but relief mixed with a twisted thrill. Why tell a priest? Because no one else would judge without recoil.

Her heavy tits pressed against mine, nipples rubbing together with every thrust. We were fully scissoring now with our legs intertwined, pussies grinding wetly, clits sliding and bumping with every roll of her hips. The wet, filthy sounds of our cunts rubbing together filled the quiet library. I reached down and spread my pussy lips wider so my clit could grind harder against hers. “Yes— just like that,” I whimpered, meeting her thrusts. “Grind your wet pussy on mine, Miss Kimberly. I’m so close…”