Prologue
Dirty
Fucking this bitch, there is nothing like it. The thrill of something new and shiny, and Chasity is fucking shiny. I’ve been a good boy, for too long, and I can’t hold back my dirty desires. Anara is too vanilla for me, and I hate it. Maybe I made a rash decision with us becoming something, moved too fast. But I didn’t want her getting taken away from me before I could make something of us.
So, I claimed her, when I had no business in doing so. Six months, that’s all it took for me to get back to my playboy ways. And not a single part of me regrets it. I love Anara, I do, but I need more.
It’s been a downward spiral for me; at first, it was just on the road, but now, it’s whenever I can. I can’t stop myself.
“Oh, Dirty.” Chasity moans as I thrust hard into her. Fuck, she’s tight. I love breaking in the new girls, since Hangman stopped doing it. Watching Hangman and Rage both fall in love and stop fucking whores was a sight to see, but my dick is constantly hard as a rock with these new bitches. Don’t know how they do it.
“Fuck yeah, come around my cock,” I grunt as I thrust roughly inside this bitch’s cunt.
She does just that at my words and I feel it coming myself. Pulling out of her, I flip her around, on her knees in front of me and finish myself on her face. Fuck, she’s hot.
I pull her up, and kiss her, tasting myself as well. “Thanks,” I say as I pull away and tuck myself back into my jeans.
“Anytime, baby. When are you gonna leave Anara?” she asks innocently.
“Never, she’s my Old Lady.”
“But, Dirty, I got this.” She pulls down her top and there in black ink is ‘Dirty’s Girl’ tattooed on her tit. I pale as I see it. What the fuck?
“Bitch, what did you do?”
She shrugs and gives me a cum-covered grin. “Just wanted you to see how devoted I am.”
“I ain’t yours.”
“No, but I do belong to you. No one else fucks me but you,” she says, getting a face cloth from my bathroom to clean her face off.
“Fuck, you better keep that shit covered,” I warn her.
“Don’t worry, Dirty, I will, you’re mine. Anara or not. I’ll always be your dirty little secret.” She gives me the sexiest grin and my cock starts to harden again. Fuck, maybe I have a sex-addiction issue. That would explain it.
My phone starts going crazy, and I look and see not only has Anara been messaging me but so has Hangman, Rage, and Decker.
I frown opening everything, and freeze. Someone sent a video of me fucking Chasity to Anara. What the fuck? Who would do this? I storm out of my room and go in search of Hangman. There I see Gunner on the floor bleeding. Everyone is shouting at him about sending texts.
“What’s going on?” I demand, coming into the crowd.
“This fucker sent texts to our women, about us cheating.”
Well fuck! I considered Gunner a good friend; why the fuck would he do this? “I just got a text from Anara, it was a video, of me fucking Chasity.”
Decker shakes his head and everyone looks at me like they already fucking know and don’t give a fuck. I get it, they all have shit happening. But fuck, Anara got a full-blown video; I was even calling Chasity ‘Anara’ as I came on her face. Gunner is gonna die, a slow, fucking, painful death.
And I’ll happily take part in it.
Chapter one
Anara
Fuck Dirty, fuck him with a rusty spoon. I hate him, and everything about him. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten with him, but no, my love for him won out in the end. And now here I am. Looking like a fucking fool.
I snapped at Jennifer about him when we all last got together, and I know it’s not her fault, but I couldn’t help but act like a bitch. I knew something wasn’t right, and I knew that Dirty fantasized about her, and I just reacted. I hate that I did because it’s not her fault.
No, it’s mine...for ever giving Dirty a chance to begin with. He’s just like Hunter, just fucking like him. Why do I have such shitty tastes in men? I meancome on. First, Hunter cheats on me, in front of me, and I just take it for years. Then I knew, fucking, knew, Dirty would be the same and I still went for it.