Wanna Get Dirty With Me Novels & Stories

“You got me. Now—I need to cum.” I barely finished when he tugged me down, our bodies colliding. Heat flared between us as he whispered against my lips, “I love dirty men like you. But I’ve never had a BBC. Never seen one up close.” His smile was wicked. “I’ll make sure you never forget thisand you’ll get a taste of the hottest white boy you’ve ever fucked.” The words crashed through me like fire, making my whole body tense. Then he dropped backward onto the sofa, pulling me with him. I landed between his spread thighs, right where he wanted me.

“Get your dirty hands off me. Don’t touch me!” “Dirty?” Adams sneered at her and threw what was left of wine in her face. He stormed back to her and slapped her face twice. “Bitch, how dare you call me dirty? How clean do you think you are? You seduce me and beg me to fuck you. All the women I have slept with have bigger breasts than you. They are prettier than you. And I am more comfortable when I fuck them. Who the hell do you think you are? If you had not been of some use, I would never hook up with you. You think I’m dirty, don’t you? That's because you have never seen anything dirtier!”

“To go beg you to fuck me that night. It’s true, I wanted you so bad and have for a few years. She gave me the push and I felt so humiliated when you pushed me away. I’ve always had a major crush on my father’s hot as fuck best friend. I wanted it to be you.” I hear him take a deep breath and curse under his breath. He slides his hand up and does the one thing I never expected him to do. His hand cups my pussy and he growls in my ear. “If I do this with you, you’re mine, baby girl. That means you’ll belong to Daddy forever. The truth is that I can’t stop thinking about you ever since that night. Daddy dreams of taking his princess every night. The things I want to do to you… you can’t even i

I just took off my panties in his presence for god’s sake. “I want you,” I murmured. I couldn’t get crude. I knew he wanted me to get dirty. “Want me to what?” He pressed. That confirmed it. He wanted me to talk dirty. I would. I was that horny. “I want you to fuck me.” There. I didn’t die, did I? But I was going to die if he didn’t touch me. “I’m not your fuckboy. You don’t want to identify as my wife but you want me to help you get off? No, Emily.”

I had a Dom, someone I called sir. Despite the confusion, I couldn't deny the pull of it all. It was like stepping into the pages of my favorite book, where every touch, every whisper, sent shivers down my spine, and as I lay on the bed, lost in my thoughts, I admitted to myself that, deep down, I liked it. I liked the feeling of being wanted, of being desired, of being taken to the edge and beyond, of being controlled. It was a revelation that both terrified and excited me, and I wanted to explore it with my Godfather.

Tempted by mum (11) "I'll tell him to fuck me as hard as he wants! I'll let my boy pull my hair, and spank my ass and call me a dirty whore!" "I'll be his whore, his slut, his dirty secret and his dirty girl! A dirty girl that's getting pounded on her knees and cumming all over her son's dick! He's going to whip his cock out and I'll roll over and let him cum all over me, maybe like this!"

“Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty girl.” “Yes. Call me a whore. Use me.” I lift off her and unbuckle my pants, leaving my shirt on, not prepared to show her what’s underneath. “Oh, I plan to Princess. I’m gonna make a good girl dirty.” My cock jerks free as I line up with her entrance. Her eyes go wide before she winces as I ram myself deep into her warmth, breaking the barrier in one thrust. Nothing sweet about it, nothing romantic. I feel like an asshole until I glance down and see the pleasure flicker in her dark eyes and the way she nips at her bottom lip.

"The taboo has never been so delicious, and I want more... always more." "And I... can't resist you..." Dirly replied, her voice hoarse, dirty with desire, her fingers still gripping him. "Every touch, every moan... it addicts me... consumes me..." The heat persisted, the sweat streamed, their bodies still glued together, but desire was already pulsing anew, signaling that this was just another episode of the intense, dirty, and forbidden surrender that would only deepen with every touch, every position, every provocation, and every risk.

"GOOOODDD... I'M GONNA CUMMMM AGAIN... OOOH THIS IS TOO MUCH... MAKE IT STOOOOP!" "NOOO! YOU TAKE ALL OF IT—EVERY DROP I GIVE! YOU WANTED THIS, WALKED INTO MY ROOM BEGGING FOR DADDY'S COCK!" "OOOH YESSS I WANTED THIS... OOOH YESSS... I'VE ALWAYS WANTED THIS! DESTROY ME, MAKE ME YOUR FILTHY SLUT... GOOOOD... YESSS... I WANNA TAKE IT ALL... FUUUUCK IT'S TOO MUCH!"

Inside, my mind whirled with dirty images, the raw need to be filled overwhelming any nerves. Fuck, I love this rush. The cameras rolling, everyone watching as I get railed, my body on display like the whore I am. Mia's right there beside me, both of us competing to be the dirtiest, and it turns me on even more knowing she'll be moaning just as loud. My clit is pulsing already, begging for friction, but I hold off, saving it for the real action. My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to touch myself, but I resisted, instead reaching out to trail a nail down Mia's arm, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.