Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines Dirty Novels & Stories

I nod, his fingers finding my clit and my knees nearly give up. They press against my clit, rubbing agonizingly slow as his strokes even grow slower. Damn it. Damn it. “Look up, darling. I want you to see how much you need my cock.” And sure as hell, my reflection is a mess. Mascara running down my cheeks, face red and holy shit I look like a whore. A hungry one. Finally Braide rams right into me, making me stumble in the process but his hand holds my waist firm, I am sure as hell Randy can hear my moans from outside.

“I already did. I might have tasted just a tiny bit of one too. Like, not even a sip but more like stuck my tongue into it.” I wrinkle my nose. “Hopefully not mine.” “Nah,” Scarlet says, twisting around in a bar stool. “It was mine. Doesn’t bother me, though it should, right? I mean, it sounds disgusting.” “You love me.” Quinn wrinkles her nose and smiles, and I catch Danielle watching them. I remember what she said about feeling like an outsider, and suddenly I feel a lot more connected to Danielle than I thought I would.

Merely thinking about it now is turning me into a hot mess. Liquid desire pools low in my stomach as Professor Kade smirks and it’s by far the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen. “You’re a dirty little girl, Olivia,” he drawls. “And do you want to know what happens to dirty girls?” I nod eagerly. “They get spanked.” Shoving my hand away, he leans back in his chair. “Bare yourself from the waist down and bend over my desk.” Is this really happening? That’s the question I ask myself over and over again as I strip out of my leggings. This feels too much like an out of body experience and twice, I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. When my hand stings, I exhale. This is real.

I have known Alaric since I was a kid, and he is my dad’s closest friend but he is also the person who had made me so horny I could barely sleep for the past three weeks. I couldn’t breathe and my chest suddenly felt tight, like a heavy stone was pressing down on my lungs. My head started spinning and the edges of my vision went blurry. Standing there across from Alaric, watching his lips move and seeing how his broad shoulders filled his shirt, felt like pure torture. Dirty pictures kept flashing through my mind. I could see him pinning me down on a bed, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress, his strong hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave marks. I wanted him so badly it made

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "We're going to save your soul, child. By giving you exactly what you've been begging for." His lips brush my ear. "We're going to defile you in ways you've only dreamed of. We're going to use every hole in your sinful body until you're crying and begging and praising God's name. And when we're done, you'll be cleansed. Purified. Reborn." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Brother Thomas approaches, stopping inches from my face. Up close, he's even more beautiful — full lips, sharp cheekbones, those dark eyes that seem to see straight through me.

"You dare mock me? I'll have Imogen fire every single one of you!" The manager sighed, ready to explain, but I raised a hand to stop him, facing Thomas's anger head-on. "They say Imogen Slater is beautiful and wealthy, with a lot of admirers. How do we know you're not just another impostor? Prove it with maybe a phone call?" Thomas fumbled for his phone, all thunder and bravado. "Laugh while you can! I'll make you regret this!" A growing crowd pressed against the glass doors outside, eager for the spectacle. He dialed repeatedly, but each attempt met the same automated voice: "The subscriber you have reached is powered off."

“Let’s go?” He turned around and looked at Una up and down, shocked at how different she looked from her usual vintage dress and cardigan ensemble. He crossed the room so he was standing right in front of her, eyes never leaving her as he took in her look. The image of Una’s naked body in the bathroom suddenly flashed in his mind. Immediately, he shut his eyes close and took a deep a breath. “Are you okay, Mr. Thomas?” When Glen’s STD scare was slowly losing its effect, he focused his mind to tear away from the image of Una’s body a little bit more. After a couple of seconds, he opened his eyes and took another deep breath.

His fingers tightened in her blonde hair. “Fuck,” he muttered. Brooke took him deeper, encouraged by the sound. Rhys’s hips shifted. The fantasy sharpened without his permission — Elise gagging softly around him, Elise’s full tits pressed against his thighs, Elise making those quiet little sounds she probably didn’t even know she made. His breathing grew rougher. Brooke pulled off just long enough to say something teasing and wet around the head of his cock. Rhys barely heard her. His head tipped back against the couch, eyes half-closed, the wrong face burned behind his eyelids.

I'm starting to think we're wasting our time when Damien's voice cuts through the silence. "Serena. Kael. You need to see this." We find him in the lower levels. A storage room, dark, dusty, forgotten, but not empty. A body lies against the far wall. Another Alpha, Throat torn out, Same as before. And beside the body, another note. I pick it up with shaking hands. You're getting warmer.— E

My body vibrated. "Maddie," she breathed my name. All I could do was whimper. I felt like my entire body was dangling over a canyon. That tickling swipe of her thumb against my clit was driving me insane. "Imagine what it would feel like having your brother inside of your right now," she said, sounding almost seductive.