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Filthy F*ck Dreams  Novel Cover

Filthy F*ck Dreams

Every story in this collection is a direct line to your own wanting, each read leaves you drenched, and craving more thighs pressed together, breath caught in your throat. From a stranger's fingers finding you in a crowded bar to the slow, devastating unraveling of a woman on her knees, these are the moments you'll return to, again and again, until you're trembling. Warning: "Not for the faint of heart-only for the Dirty Slut-Seekers who crave the filth. Open the book only when you're ready to be ruined, and consumed by your filthy fantasies.
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Chapter 1

Emma's heart raced as she lay sprawled on her bed, the afternoon sun filtering through the half-closed blinds.

Her roommate, Jake, was supposed to be out for hours, giving her the perfect window to indulge. She slipped out of her shorts and panties, spreading her legs wide. Her fingers dipped between her thighs, circling her swollen clit with urgent strokes.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she imagined Jake's strong hands pinning her down, his thick cock thrusting deep inside her.

She plunged two fingers into her slick pussy, pumping them in and out, her hips bucking against her hand. Her free hand squeezed her boobs, pinching the hard nipple through her thin tank top.

The wetness coated her fingers, the squelching sounds filling the room as she chased her building orgasm. 'Fuck, yes,' she whispered, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the fantasy.

The door creaked open. Emma's eyes flew wide, but she was too far gone to stop. Jake stood in the doorway, his gym bag dropping to the floor with a thud. His gaze locked on her exposed body, egs splayed, fingers buried in her dripping cunt, face flushed with arousal.

'Jake! I-' she stammered, but he didn't let her finish. A predatory grin spread across his face as he kicked the door shut behind him. 'Don't stop on my account,' he growled, his voice low and rough. He crossed the room in three strides, his eyes devouring her.

Emma's cheeks burned, but the thrill of being caught sent a fresh gush of heat between her legs. She hesitated, then resumed touching herself, slower now, teasing her entrance while watching him strip off his shirt. His muscled chest glistened with sweat from his workout, and the bulge in his pants grew visibly.

Jake knelt on the bed, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly, pulling her hand away. 'Let me take over,' he murmured, replacing her fingers with his own. He slid two fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside.

Emma gasped, arching her back as he finger-fucked her hard and fast, his thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles.

'You've been thinking about this, haven't you?' he said, leaning down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her, mimicking the thrust of his fingers. She nodded frantically, moaning into his mouth as pleasure coiled tighter in her core.

He withdrew his fingers, making her whine at the loss, but then he shoved his pants down, freeing his long rock-hard cock. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Emma licked her lips, reaching for it, but Jake pinned her hands above her head with one hand. 'Not yet. I want to fuck you first.'

He positioned himself between her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit, coating it in her juices. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Emma cried out, her walls clenching around his girth as he stretched her perfectly filling her with intense pleasure just like she had imagined. He didn't give her time to adjust, pulling back and slamming in again, setting a relentless pace.

The bed creaked under them as he pounded into her pussy, his hips slapping against hers. 'So fucking tight,' he grunted, releasing her hands to grip her hips, angling her for deeper penetration. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting every thrust, her nails digging into his back.

'Say it,' he demanded, slowing just enough to tease her. 'Tell me what you were fantasising about.'

'You... fucking me like this,' she panted, her voice breaking as he hit her G-spot repeatedly. 'Catching me and taking me hard.'

That spurred him on. He flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her ass up. Emma braced on her elbows, pushing back eagerly as he re-entered her from behind. His hands spread her cheeks, one thumb circling her tight asshole while he rutted into her cunt like an animal.

The new angle made her see stars, his cock dragging against every nerve. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously as he fucked her harder, his balls smacking her skin. 'Cum for me,' he ordered, his voice strained. 'I want to feel you squeeze my dick.'

Emma shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his shaft as she screamed his name. Jake followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time and flooding her with hot cum, rope after rope painting her insides.

They collapsed together, breathless and spent. Jake pulled out slowly, watching his seed leak from her well-fucked pussy. He smirked, kissing her shoulder. 'Next time, don't wait for me to catch you. Just ask.'

Emma laughed weakly, already craving more.

Emma's body still hummed from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy throbbing around the remnants of Jake's cum leaking out onto the sheets. She rolled onto her back, chest heaving, but Jake wasn't done. His eyes darkened with hunger as he slid down her body, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. 'I need to taste you,' he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

She shivered, anticipation building again as he lowered his head between her legs. His tongue flicked out first, tracing her slick folds, lapping up the mix of her juices and his seed. Emma moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer. Jake didn't hold back he dove in, sealing his mouth over her swollen cunt and sucking hard.

The pressure was intense, his lips pulling at her clit with firm, insistent suction that made her hips jerk off the bed. He alternated between deep, hungry sucks and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, drawing out whimpers from her throat. 'Oh god, Jake,' she gasped, her legs trembling as pleasure spiked through her core.

He gripped her ass, lifting her pussy to his mouth for better access, devouring her like a man starved. His tongue plunged inside her, fucking her entrance while his lips tugged relentlessly on her clit. The wet sounds of his sucking filled the room, mingling with her cries as he worked her over. Emma's back arched, her body coiling tight once more, the overstimulation from her recent climax making every sensation sharper.

Jake's fingers joined in, two sliding into her soaked hole, pumping in rhythm with his sucks. He curled them upward, pressing against that spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She bucked against his face, grinding her cunt into his mouth, chasing the edge. 'Don't stop... fuck, suck it harder, harder...ple...please' she begged, her voice raw.

He obliged, increasing the suction until her clit pulsed under his assault. His free hand kneaded her thigh, holding her steady as she writhed. The build-up was relentless, her walls fluttering around his fingers. With one final, powerful suck, Emma shattered again, her orgasm ripping through her. She screamed, flooding his mouth with fresh wetness as her body convulsed.

Jake lapped it all up, gentling his touches until she slumped back, utterly spent. He crawled up beside her, wiping his chin with a satisfied grin. 'Told you I wanted to take over.'

Emma lay there panting, her body slick with sweat and satisfaction, but Jake's gaze burned with unrelenting desire. He wasn't ready to let her rest. 'You're not done yet,' he growled, flipping her onto her stomach with effortless strength. His hands roamed her curves, squeezing her ass cheeks before spreading them apart. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her pussy still pulsing from his mouth's assault.

He positioned himself behind her, his hard cock pressing against her entrance. Without warning, he thrust in deep, filling her completely in one brutal stroke. Emma cried out, her fingers clutching the sheets as he set a punishing pace pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, his hips snapping against her with force that jolted her forward. Each plunge stretched her walls, the friction building heat that bordered on pain, making her core ache deliciously.

Jake's hands gripped her hips, yanking her back onto him harder, deeper. 'Take it all,' he demanded, his voice rough. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, frantic circles while he pounded into her. The dual assault had her moaning incoherently, her body rocking with every impact. He varied his angle, grinding against her g-spot on some thrusts, then withdrawing to tease her opening before ramming back in.

Not content with just fucking her pussy, he pulled out suddenly, his cock slick and throbbing. He pressed the tip against her asshole, rubbing it there while his fingers dove into her cunt three now, stretching her wide as he twisted and pumped them viciously. Emma gasped, the burn in her core intensifying as he finger-fucked her relentlessly, his thumb circling her clit. 'Feels good, doesn't it? So fucking tight,' he murmured, adding a fourth finger, scissoring them to open her up further.

She whimpered, the soreness starting to bloom deep inside, a mix of pleasure and strain from the rough intrusion. Jake leaned over her, biting her shoulder as he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, sliding back into her pussy with a wet squelch. He fucked her like a machine now, hips pistoning faster, his balls slapping against her with each drive. One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to arch her spine, allowing him even deeper access.

He flipped her again, this time onto her side, hooking one leg over his shoulder to hit new depths. His thrusts grew erratic, wildshort, sharp jabs mixed with long, grinding rolls that made her inner muscles clench and quiver. Emma's core throbbed, sore from the constant pounding, the overstimulation turning every movement into a spark of ecstasy laced with exhaustion. 'Jake... it's too much,' she panted, but her hips betrayed her, pushing back for more.

Ignoring her plea, he pinned her down, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he rutted into her savagely. His free hand pinched and twisted her nipples, sending jolts straight to her aching pussy. Finally, with a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding her once more. Emma's own release crashed over her, weaker but no less intense, her walls spasming around him until she collapsed, her core tender and sore, a reminder of his dominance.

Jake pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her abused entrance. He kissed her neck softly. 'You loved every second of it.'

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