50 Shades Novels & Stories

He whispers, putting his hand on my thigh. I rush of excitement shoots through my body and I feel myself getting extremely wet. He slides his hand a little higher and I tense up. I hate how my body reacts to him. "You're getting wet aren't you baby?" He whispers, rubbing my thigh dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy. Shane hooks his finger in the hem of my shorts, toying with it, teasing me and I gasp. "Shane w-what are you doing?" I whisper, voice shaking a little.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

“Like this, Daddies?” The tips ping in a steady rhythm. I am wet already, slick shining on my inner thighs, the vibrator humming against my clit in delicious torture. I have edged myself twice tonight, chasing the high without tipping over. The longer I stay desperate, the more they pay. Then the big notification flashes across the screen in bold gold. BigDaddyV has tipped $5,000. The chat freezes for half a second before it explodes. HOLY FUCK MARRY HIM QUEEN SHIT

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.) She had perfectly styled, shimmering black hair. Her smooth, tanned Brazilian skin was immaculate, and her body... it was mouth-watering. She had these massive, smooth, succulent bre*sts, pouring from her slim, stylish black dress. And her a*s was everything you would expect from a Brazilian woman, perky, and round and full... just amazing.

A low chuckle from my side made me frown involuntarily, and I turned around to stare at him, "What's it?' I asked with displeasure in my tone. I could tell he was laughing at me! Knight gently shook his head and collected the remote from me. "Let's watch Snow Love then," He said and directly selected the movie. "It's a romance drama with historical settings. I'm certain you're gonna love it. It's a love that transcends time with a lot of steamy scenes," Knight explained in the same breath. His tone was normal, His facial expression didn't change once, and even though the words that came out of his mouth set out an alarm in my heart, it was as if he didn't care at all and just continued talki

Fuck it; I need to let go of this resentment I have about him and Tonya. He is holding me tightly as I decide I need to go for it. His kisses have me worked in a way that is very unlike me. I allow his hands to wander over my body. “Tell me when I have gone too far,” Dakota says. I take off my top and my bra. Dakota kisses down my chin and caresses my breast, and he makes his way down my body with kisses. He unbuttons my pants and begins to slide my pants off my body. He kisses me above my panties. Then slowly begins to remove my panties. He kisses my pussy as he takes my panties completely off of me. He stands before me and removes his clothes. His body is so perfect.

The more I looked unconvinced, she grew more frustrated. "Unless that has some rough bed scenes, I wouldn't--" "Vernon!" She hit me with the book cover. "Someone might hear your explicit mouth." She sneakily glanced at the bus that's filled with strangers. I laughed. "And I'm not sorry to disappoint but this is an 1800's novel, people are too conservative for your preference. It doesn't have lewd things." "Oh, what a shame." "What? Is sex the only measurement of love to you?"

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Miranda said with a little sigh. “No, he doesn’t,” Lauren said. Usually she let Miranda’s statements pass by without an argument, but she couldn’t let that one go. Lauren had the poster with the cast of The Outsiders on it hanging on the back of her bedroom door, and she got a good look at Matt Dillon every morning. Tad did not look a thing like him. “He totally does!” Miranda insisted. “No way,” Lauren said. “Well, he’s going to be a junior and he has a Camaro,” Miranda said, as if this settled everything.

He smirked down at me cockily. “You like the color violet. Your favorite song at the moment is Often by The Weeknd. Your favorite show is The Vampire Diaries. You don’t have a favorite sport, but your favorite book is 50 Shades of Grey. Kinky.” He listed them, making me feel mortified at the last one. His amused expression then turned dry. “You also favor that Christian guy.” He scowled at the ground. For a moment, I thanked the Lord that he was just a character because I had no doubt that Zaliver would have killed him if he was real. Hashtag Team Grey. Sorry Zaliver.