Wanna Get Dirty With Me Novels & Stories

"Because of me. Because of the bond. My presence, my age, my power—it's acting as a catalyst. Every moment we're together, your blood responds. Wakes faster. Burns brighter." I should have stepped back. Should have put distance between us. Instead, I found myself leaning in. "Is that bad?" "For you? Potentially. Power without control is dangerous. For me?" Something flickered in his eyes—hunger, quickly suppressed. "For me, it's intoxicating."

And fuck, it’s the fact that Mia was talking dirty right now to me, her voice husky and unfiltered, that had me wishing I was there in that room with her, claiming every inch instead of this torturous distance. “You’re such a filthy girl. My dirty little lamb,” I praised her, my strokes quickening, the heat building low in my gut. “Finger yourself,” I demanded. “Wait a second. I want to watch you. I want to see that little cunt of yours,” I told her.

“My fiancé fucked a twenty-year-old in our bed two weeks ago. My friend dragged me out so I wouldn’t keep replaying it. So yes. I hate it here.” Silence for a second. Then the tall one whistled low. “Damn.” I looked at all four of them. Really looked. Smooth skin. Eager eyes. Bodies that hadn’t started slowing down yet. Something mean and reckless cracked open inside me. “You four want to help me stop replaying it?” They glanced at each other. The one in the band tee grinned first. “What’d you have in mind?” I stepped closer until I was inside their little circle. The joint was forgotten.

I have spent years, working endlessly like a donkey just to rise to this level of power and fame, and there was no way in hell I was going to let one little girl from the slum ruin everything for me overnight. While I drove home in blinded anger, Leah sent the pictures to my phone. At first when I saw them, I was filled with disdain for her, and I pound my fist angrily on the steering. Thankfully, the cops were not anywhere close by else they would have pulled me over for going too fast and honking unnecessarily loud. Then I looked at the pictures again and imagined Alice going down on me the way she was doing with those dirty haggard men, and my cock became as hard as a wood.

Her eyes widened, studying me as if I were some peculiar creature from another planet. "Dirty?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief. She peered at me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. I felt the weight of her gaze. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I mustered the courage to explain further. "Yes, sweetie, it's really dirty in there. I haven't had the chance to clean it properly. It's not suitable for you," I lied, my voice tinged with a hint of desperation. I hoped she would accept my feeble excuse, trusting me as she always had.

He needed to take a shower and calm his head down to enable him to prepare for business and the hectic day ahead of him tomorrow. GEMMA After kneeling a while after Antonio left and willing the excitement in my pussy to calm down, I finally stood up. I was still craving Antonio's dick in my pussy. I still hate him, I don't think I can stop hating him but weirdly, I love the evil things he does to me. I love how he fucks me and was even ready to try out new things with him. I never expected him to fuck me in my butt hole as it was too painful, but then I was being punished. But strangely, I want him to fuck me there again despite the pain.

I spun around, heart lurching, half-hoping, half-dreading. For a second, I thought it was him. But no. The scent. Cigarettes. Leather. Pine oil. Spider. “Really,” he muttered, dragging me out of the crowd. “This is what we’re doing now?” “Let go of me,” I hissed. “I was having fun.” “If by fun you mean dry humping Mr. Discount Deodorant on a sticky dance floor, then yeah. Totally fine.” “You’re such a dick.” “And you’re drunk off your ass in a bar full of creeps. So here we are.”

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

' "'Tell me! Tell me what you want to do!' I told him. 'Talk dirty to me!' "He finally got it-sort of-and said, 'I want to make love to your pussy! I want to stick my dick all the way inside you!' "Still holding him at just the entrance, I said, 'You can talk dirtier than that! I want you to talk filthy to me! Tell me what you really want to do to my little cunt!' "'I want to shove my stiff cock all the way up your tight cunt and fuck the shit out of you!' he almost yelled at me.

Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement. Hit her tits and face. Jade's eyes are half-closed. mouth open. I lean down, my wet chest sliding over her breasts, rubbing my piss-skin all over her. She arches up, Rubbing against it, loving the filth. I quicken my pace, pounding into her harder. Her pussy clenches, Milking my cock. I can feel her getting wetter, juices flowing out around me. mixing with what's left of her piss.