Wanna Get Dirty With Me Novels & Stories

Tell me how it feels. I bit my lip, heat flooding my cheeks, but I obeyed, parting my thighs wide. My fingers dipped into the mess between my legs, slick with our combined release, circling my swollen clit. 'It's... so wet,' I gasped, the sensitivity making me arch off the bed. 'Your cum inside me, hot and sticky. Makes me feel so dirty... so used.' 'Good,' he grunted, shedding his jeans and stalking toward the bed. 'Because you're my dirty little secret now. Spread it around, rub it into that clit. Make it shine for me.'

“Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.” “I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

Just barely. "You want to climb on top of me right now. You want to ride my cock before I've even showered the sweat off. You want to feel me come inside you again while you dig your nails into my shoulders and scream my name loud enough for the whole floor to hear." Yes. God, yes. "That's exactly what I want." He smiled. Slowly enjoying this nasty game of dirty talk we were doing. "And I want that too. I want it more than you can possibly understand." His hand dropped. He stepped back.

Walker grasps his shaft at the base and strokes himself up and down his length. It looks like it gets even bigger and harder, if that’s possible. Oh shit. “You ready to get dirty, slut?” “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker.” “Beg.” I open my eyes wide. “What?” “Beg for my cock. Beg me to put it in your tight pussy.” This man is hitting all of my buttons. I’ve only ever read about this kind of stuff, the dirty talk and whatnot, but I loved every word. “Please, Mr. Walker. Please fuck me. Fuck my cunt and cum in my pussy. I’m on the pill, and I want your cum in me. Cover me in it. Come in your dirty slut.”

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

And that is why tonight I decided to do something that I've never done before, something that would give me a closure that I'm not unwanted, I just want to feel wanted for once in my life, I just want to be touched by the only man my body has ever wanted, I want Killian Romero to look me in the eyes and choke me in the best possible way, I want him to mark me and claim me as his property, to do with me as he pleases, I want his touch, his kisses, his commands, I want to be his dirty little secret, everything forbidden. I want to become that for him, because this body of mine is burning for my mother's husband and I'm going to take him in this best possible way. I'm tired of screaming his nam

"Take off your clothes outside and disinfect yourself before you come in." I froze, thinking he was worried about me. The next second, he added, "Natalie's here. If you bring any bacteria inside, she could get sick." My head buzzed again as my voice trembled. "I just buried my mother. Am I unclean because of that?" Josh froze, then sighed. "That's not what I meant. It's just that…Natalie…" He looked conflicted. His tall frame blocked the doorway, as if he wouldn't let me in unless I agreed.

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."

The approaching car’s headlights are closer now, illuminating us in flashes as he rails me harder. “Harder—fuck me harder, Jake!” I moan, completely possessed, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. My mind is melted. All I can feel is his thick cock splitting me open, his rough hands owning my tits, the filthy wrongness of it all. “I’m your dirty little stepsister… use me. Ruin me. Please—”

He shoves a finger up inside me and starts thrusting it in and out, “I wanted to go slow and gentle for your first time. I thought that is what you deserved, but now you’re gonna get fast and hard. Is that what you really want, Aria? Do you want me to fuck you like a little slut?” Oh my God, I never thought that I would be the kind of girl that would get turned on by being talked dirty to and be called filthy names, but here I am, wetter than the mud puddle five feet away from me. I moan as he slips another finger inside of me and curls them both. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming all over his hand.