50 Shades Of Grey Excerpt Novels & Stories

The crowd chanted. Fuck… just how many times can these boys spurt a load? I thought they were done after the first one. In a matter of seconds, ropes flew in every direction. Blond’s thick milky blasts landed across my forehead, grazing dangerously close to my eyes. Ginger plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to seal tight around his straight shaft as he pumped surge after surge down my throat, the chunky salty taste mixing with the bitter coat Latino left earlier. Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble.

Grey. The name hit her like a punch to the chest. It was familiar. Not from her past. Not from the trauma. But in a strange way, it fit. She hadn’t asked for his name. And yet, hearing it now… Grey. The color of twilight. Of ash. Of the space between light and dark. She didn’t realize she was gripping the clipboard until her knuckles turned white. “Keep monitoring him,” she said quietly. “Page me if there’s any change.”

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

Chapter 6 -INDIGO- Mr. Grey's hands are cold. Mr. Grey is awfully slow. Mr. Grey is dangerously handsome. These thoughts skip spinning in my head. He loosens the buttons of my shirt slowly, with his fingers grazing my almost see-through singlet. He takes time doing each of the buttons, and there are a lot of buttons. Is he feeling the same amount of heat I am feeling? If he is, his expression gives nothing away. As usual. He has the best control over his emotions I have ever seen. I'm sure not even the angels knows what is spinning inside that head of his.

Lily sat astride his lap, and with one swift motion, her wetness sheathed his pulsating member. Lily's soft whimpers filled the room. Grey's own gasps soon joined hers. She gyrated her hips against him, intensifying the pleasure that drowned them in waves. Grey watched her enchanting movements with his eyes half-closed. Her ebony black hair cascaded down her back like an endless waterfall. She had her red lips parted and her eyes closed. The ecstatic look on her angelic face gave him goosebumps. It was the prettiest scene he'd ever seen in his life.

Claire’s POV The morning light hit the penthouse with a brutality that felt personal. It was too bright, too clinical, piercing through the sheer curtains. I blinked against the glare, my limbs feeling heavy, sluggish, weighted down by a mix of exhaustion and a lingering, sick sense of dread that never quite vacated my gut. Beside me, Grey was still out cold. His features, usually so sharp, predatory, and guarded, were softened in sleep, his breathing deep and steady. It was the only time he looked like a human being and not the apex predator who had systematically dismantled my life and somehow managed to make it lively, eventful and …. Beautiful at the same time. I hated to admit it but th

he said, having an unreadable expression on his face. Grey opened his eyes, and breathe in, and out. His hand reached for the woman beside him, as he turned his full attention to her. He watched her breathe slowly and steady, trying to not think about his dream. He held a lock of her hair, twirling it around his fingertips, his thoughts racing as he gazed at her, noticing her natural long lashes fanned out over her lower eyelids. Her full, plump lips beckoning for a kiss. He ran his fingers slowly along the lines of delicate chin, as he recalled how he had first involved her in a fatal kiss, and her response had not just being that of a surprise, but also that of an amateur. Am I her first k

Zoe’s heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat as she slipped between the tall shelves of the rare books section. The corner was even darker than the rest of the library — only a single dim emergency light glowed at the far end of the aisle. Dust and old paper filled the air. The risk of being caught made her pussy throb even harder. She heard soft footsteps behind her. The man appeared at the end of the narrow aisle, his tall frame blocking the faint light. His eyes were dark with hunger as he stepped closer, towering over her petite body.

The loudness of the club immediately enveloped me, making me feel uneasy. As I emerged from the bathroom, I felt someone collide with my shoulder. I quickly turned, ready to apologize, when my eyes locked onto the most stunning man I had ever seen. He was tall, with a sharp jawline and pink thin lips. His eyes were a piercing grey, and his hair was a shock of dark brown waves. My cheeks felt hot and I could already tell it was a deep shade of red. I swallowed, trying to find my voice, but all I could utter was a breathless 'oh'.

I dreamily sighed. We both starred at the hot specimen. Definitely hot. “We both look like perverts.” He whispered in my ear. I shrugged. “I dont care. I’m proud of being one right now.” He chuckled, placing his hand on my head, ruffling my hair a bit. “We both are than very much alike, Rose.” He said. “Exactly Grey, exactly.” “Morning class. Move to page 392 of the Neuro book, I want you all to study the paragraphs carefully and after that you all will be attempting this worksheet I’ll be providing you in a bit.” He showed us a paper in his hand.