50 Shades Audiobook Novels & Stories

He crowded my right, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around his straight pole—warm, velvet skin over steel hardness, fitting perfectly into my palm, pulsing with need. Latino’s degrading words sent fire running through my veins, making me double my effort. I sucked him twice harder and faster, hearing his groans and grunts fill the air. “Stroke me while you service my buds, sissy,” Ginger’s voice rang out with a cold command. “Feel how real men pack.” “Look at his tiny clit-dick go,” blond said with a mocking amusement playing in his voice as he watched me react under his control. “Twitching like a desperate little worm in heat.”

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

“Yes. Delete it. Now.” He didn’t. Instead he glanced back down, scrolling just the titles at first. Then his expression changed. Got darker. Hungrier. He tapped play on the first track for maybe ten seconds. A woman’s loud, needy moan filled his headphones — “Fuck me harder, baby, please—” before he paused it. Mara’s face burned. Her thighs pressed together hard. Shame crashed over her, but underneath it, fresh heat pooled low in her belly. She was getting wet. Just from him hearing it.

Instead, he yanked my shoulder back, violently ripping my bag straight off my arm. “Hey! Give it back!” He didn’t answer. He just unzipped it and flipped it upside down. My expensive medical textbooks slammed onto the floor. My notes scattered everywhere. My stethoscope clattered loudly against the linoleum. “Oops,” Marcus smirked, grinding the heel of his clean boot directly into my handwritten neurology summaries. “Looks like a mess, Lockwood. Just like your life.” Anger, pure and desperate, flared through my veins.

Demitri's word quiet, as his hips speed up, causing her to scream. "No permission tonight." Anaya feels her head nod, she knows that means she can orgasm as and when she wants. Her mind cries out as she feels Georgina's tongue teasing her sex, her fingers pushing inside her as Demitri's hips keep going. The sound of Jackson groaning fills her ears. The blindfold is removed. Her moans turn to screams as it does, and the orgasm takes control. Demitri steps back, as Jackson pulls Analise up, turning her to face Anaya.

My thighs trembled again; fists clenched harder, knuckles white against the black sheets. “Fuck,” I breathed. Damon chuckled against my ear. “That’s level one.” Ethan clicked again. The buzz intensified—deeper, faster. Pleasure spiked sharp; my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach. I moaned louder, hips rocking back against nothing. Malik leaned down, kissed me slowly, filthy, tongue sliding in time with the vibration. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroked once—firm, twisting. I bucked into his fist, moaning into his mouth.

Her internal muscles clamped around him in shock, pulsing with the sudden intrusion. Dax started to fuck her with a raw, animalistic rhythm. He was relentless, his hips snapping forward with a power that made Courtney’s teeth rattle. Every time his pelvis hit her ass, it made a wet, slapping sound that was hidden only by the steady drone of the audiobook. The desk creaked and groaned under their weight. The wood groaned and shifted, sliding a fraction of an inch across the tile floor with every heavy lunge. Dax wasn't being nice; he was lunging into her, his hands gripping her hair to pull her head back so he could see her face.

The rest of the room faded into a hazy blur—only the screen mattered. The computer was losing it now, glitching wildly, but I didn’t care. I leaned closer, thighs trembling, eyes locked on every teasing glimpse: the flash of toned, tanned stomach when his shirt rode up, the smooth skin of his collarbones, the flex of his arms, the way his shorts clung to his thighs and ass. No full nudity, yet every covered inch felt more erotic than anything I’d seen before. “My little click slut,” his voice suddenly purred through the speakers innocent and bratty at the same time. “Loser! Loser! Double loser!” He laughed, light and melodic, and a hopeless groan tore from my throat.

" Whips and chains? What is this , Fifty Shades Of Grey?" " Oh so you've watched the movie?" My fingers intertwine like ivy tendrils as I clasp my hands in front of me, eyes glimmering at the saucy revelation of Amanda watching one of the most kinkiest BDSM movies ever made. I wonder what else she's been watching besides erotic films. " I read the book," I raised a teasing eyebrow at that defensive excuse.