Wanna Get Dirty With Me Novels & Stories

I lean down, my hair brushing his chest as I whisper close to his ear, my lips almost touching it. "Jake... I've been lying in my bed, touching myself, and thinking about you." My voice is soft, husky from the nerves and want. "I imagine you coming into my room, pinning me down, your hands all over me. You rip my clothes off and fuck me so hard I forget my own name. I want you to use me, Jake. Make me your dirty little secret.”

“Fuck! So deep… ahhh!” Wanting to switch it up, I flip onto my stomach, ass up high for the camera. “Like this view? My pretty little cum slut ass shaking for you.” I reach back, sliding the dildo in from behind, my cheeks spreading. “Ohhh yes… pound me doggy style.” Thrusting back onto it, my moans turn rawer, muffled into the pillow at first. “Mmmph… unhh! Harder… make me your slut.” My free hand snakes under to flick my clit, and I grind against it, body trembling. “Ahh… ahh… it’s so intense like this. Feel my pussy clenching?” Juices drip down my thighs, making everything slippery and real. I look back at the camera, eyes half-lidded, whispering sweetly. “I love being your dirty girl, Kh

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l

"You disgust me so much, Amanda. There's no room for three people in a relationship. Don't you know that? My wife and I have a wonderful marriage. I don't need you to get in our way." "No! Steven, I won't get in your way," Amanda desperately tried to plead with me. "I just want to see you. As long as I can see you, that's enough…" But at that moment, Mia stepped out of the house. I hadn't even noticed when she got out of bed. She stood downstairs in her coat, her gaze steady as she looked at Amanda. Amanda bristled instantly. She sneered, the hostility radiating off her. "What are you doing here? Are you here to show off? Fine. You won, okay? Happy now? You must be so smug that you got him,

My blood was roaring in my ears. “Let go of me!” she wriggled like a worm beneath me, her voice shrill and panicked as she tried to break free from my grip. Her nails scratched at my arms, but I held on tighter. “Shut up,” I growled, my voice low and venomous. “You think you can embarrass me in public like that? I’m not a whore. I never was, and I never will be. Your husband is the one who goes around fucking his employees, so don’t you ever pin that shit on me again.”

A closer look reveals my bold sleek handwriting. ‘No. No. No…’ My heart skips a beat. What's worse isn't that I know I’m the owner of the card, but the writing on it. More like a request. ‘I saw a little dirty thing— No, a big filthy cock. Big and black… and god! It's one I’ve always dreamed of. And I want it… I fucking do. And I want it to fulfill my dark fantasy; I want it to rape me. No apology.’

he said, the words coming out sharp and possessive in a way that made my skin prickle. I stared at him. "You're insane. You're actually insane." "Maybe," he agreed. "But I'm not letting you go back out there for some stranger to—" "To what?" I interrupted. "To touch me? To own me? That's exactly what you just did, Grayson. You bought me. You paid money to have access to my body for twelve days. So don't you dare act like you're some kind of hero here." His jaw clenched. "I'm not trying to be a hero. I'm trying to—"

“What do you think about when you’re alone up here?” “This.” I was already breathless. “You walking in. You using my mouth. You holding me against the window. Elena knowing and still looking me in the eye in the mail room. I think about coming on your tongue. I think about you in my shower. I think about you not knocking.” “Does that make you feel dirty?” “Yes.” “Do you want to stop feeling dirty?” I shook my head, hair sticking to my mouth. “No. I want you to make it worse.”

He had an angry look all over his cold face as he stood completely stiff under my hands as I focused on dabbing the stain with all the strength that I could mutter. Suddenly, he reached down, his large fingers gripped my wrist firmly to stop me from wiping his chest. Before I could even blink, he leaned in closer. He was so close that I could smell his expensive cologne however, an utter disgust was written all over his face as he whispered right into my ear. “I know the exact likes of you,” he growled, his eyes locking onto mine. “If this is another pathetic trick to get me to notice you, then you should think again. It won't work.”

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.