Romans & histoires Dirty Rowdy Thing

(This time around,I will be more focused on the storyline rather than the smut,Sorry guys 😢) Intended for mature audiences only (18+).Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction. ---- Rowan's pov Campus legend, that’s what they called me in the dorms and locker rooms. The one who’ll suck you dry in the library , behind the gym, or in this exact filthy bathroom if you’re hard and willing. Rowan Davis: easy, shameless, and always down I hated feelings or any form of attachment. I only did cock.

Since Merigold never complains I don’t say anything to him. She wraps her arms around his back and I see her drag her nails down his back. She is leaving bright red claw marks behind. He doesn't care. " Fuck baby your pussy feels so good." " Yes Rowdy. So good. Ahh, I'm cumming'' she moans. Rowdy slams into her " Fuck. That's it baby take my cock." he grunts and goes still. He lays over her, careful not to put his full weight on her. " You are ours, baby," he says, then kisses her.

The couch creaked violently under us. Later we took it to the balcony, the ocean wind cooling our overheated skin as Oliver fucked me bent over the railing and Ava took Julian’s cock in her mouth right beside us. By late afternoon we were exhausted but insatiable. We ordered food delivery and ate naked in the kitchen, feeding each other bites between kisses and touches. Ava suggested a game — truth or dare with sexual consequences. It quickly turned into another round of group sex on the kitchen island.

I rapidly ask the other two people in the room. Two of the three people closest to me. Ryder is checking for pulse to see if she's still breathing while Rowan, aka Red, sits on my favorite sofa, filling her nails with her stilettos-clad feet propped on my coffee table. "Serves her right if she dies. Crafty bitch!" She replies coolly without taking her eyes off the nail she's filing. "Jealous?" Ryder asks, chuckling in her direction She scoff "Of what!? That!? You must be out of..."

Suddenly I started feeling like throwing up. "I want to go back. It's too scary here." Richard whispered through gritted teeth. "And you think I'm feeling like dancing on the dance floor? Everyone looks scary and gross in this room." I grimaced. I walked forward, turned around, and looked around. In a corner, two tattooed and pierced men were having sex with one woman openly. The woman was screaming and taking two dicks inside her vagina at the same time. Oh my God, how?

“When you said you had a kink and you didn’t think I could handle it, I read a few tabloids, asked around. I got answers.” “Ah, babe.” He wrapped his arms around her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “It’s lonely without you. Those girls are meaningless. Ryan and Call make sure everything that happens on the road is meaningless. And nailing someone by myself just got too…common. A twice-daily thing, like brushing your teeth.” Twice daily? With a stranger? And regular sex had become too boring? “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t say it to hurt you. I’m being honest. But you…

The sight before me made my stomach churn. Rowan’s head snapped toward me, his growl low and guttural. “Who the fuck…” His voice trailed off, his eyes widening when he recognized me. Lydia rolled her eyes, unwrapping her bare legs from around him as if she’d merely been inconvenienced. She didn’t bother covering herself until Rowan shifted, pulling himself away from her. He stood, sweaty and disheveled, lipstick smeared across his skin like a brand of shame.

It was overwhelming, not just in the way it made my body react, but in the way it scattered my thoughts. That was the point, after all: to get lost in all this, to let it drown out everything else. If someone had told me even a month ago that I’d end up like this with Rowan, I would have laughed in their face. But here we were, and it wasn’t as awful as I expected it to be. Perhaps because it was such an unexpected and abrupt development. “Should we take a video of us fucking?” he suddenly suggested as he pulled out, the string of our saliva connecting us like an elastic band until they finally broke.

he said with an excited smile and I rolled my eyes muttering, “As if I didn’t already know that.” We were at Velvet Fist, as the music pumped through the place as loud as possible. There were naked hoes and even naked men lying here and there. The same place where I used to come before almost every night, now made my stomach turn up. I can’t believe I have had the public sex here. Every bitch is used to an extent by most of the men in the town. “Pfft! We really didn’t come here to see sloppy dicks hanging loose did we?” Ronan said, eyeing with disgust at the grown man who was tied to the center pole with handcuffs and his sloppy dick was hanging loose as three bitches took their turn to suck

But then he stoped, right when everything was about to happen. I blinked,looking totally confused. "Why..." Rowan lifted his head. His eyes were dark and his chest was moving up and down as if he just ran a marathon race. "I made a promise to myself a long time ago," he said. His voice was rough and almost breaking. "No sex unless it is with my mate or the woman I marry. I do not cross that line."