50 Shades Of Grey Excerpts Dirty Novels & Stories

Familiar one’s fingers dug into my hips, leaving fresh bruises. Another orgasm built—deeper, darker. When it crashed, I blacked out for seconds—whole body convulsing, squirting again, mess dripping to the floor. They roared through their own releases: familiar one spilling hot in my ass, new one flooding my pussy, Shadow grinding against the base of her strap until she shuddered. They held me there—still buried, bodies pressed, breathing ragged against my skin. Slow withdrawal. Gentle now. Blindfold off. Earplugs out. World rushed back—too bright, too loud. They unbound me carefully, lowered me to blankets on the floor. Water. Chocolate. Soft cloths wiping sweat, cum, tears.

And eventually, everything faded to black. Clara woke up abruptly, by the feeling of her own urine dribbling down her thighs. She had not moved from her position during her slumber, and her body was aching. Her duvet was soaking wet - both from sweat and her own urine - and yet more was flowing out of her rapidly. Instinctively, she shoved her hand down her pajama pants and pissed all over her little digits, then moved the dripping fingers into her mouth, and moaned loudly. As if enraptured by the flavour, once she was done letting it all out, she crawled under the covers and placed her face in the wet puddle she'd made in her mattress, rubbing her face in it and licking the cloth up and dow

I thread my fingers through his hair and watch him adore my nipples with his tongue. His palm rubs down my slimy back with his left hand on my ass. He stop teasing my nipples as we go back to kissing. I cup both his cheek and continue to grind on him with our tongues gliding together. He groans in my mouth at each connection our lower region makes. " Damn..." He leans his forehead against mine with our eyes shut. I slowly part my lashes and meet eyes with his beautiful grey eyes. Without being told , Gray's my new found addiction and I hope he's not my downfall.

I moaned loud right into the camera, my voice all breathy and needy while I picked up his latest book from the bed, flipping it open to the filthiest page I could find. My fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit as I read his words out loud, stuttering through the dirty parts. “Fuck, listen to this… ‘He grabbed her by the throat and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her greedy little cunt, stretching her wide while she begged like a filthy cum-dump,’” I gasped, shoving two fingers inside my soaked hole with a wet squelch that echoed in the room. “That’s what I want you to do to me, Daddy. Ruin my tight little hole… please, I need your

she begged, her voice breaking, muffled and raw from crying out. My hips flexed as I pushed just the tip of my cock inside her soaked hole—just enough for her to feel it stretch—then pulled back out, leaving her gasping. “Hmm… looks like this greedy little cunt needs some spit,” I drawled darkly. Tilting forward, I let a thick strand of saliva drip from my mouth right onto her slit, watching it glisten down her folds. I shifted closer, grinding the head of my cock against her, rubbing it in slow, dirty circles around her swollen clit until her legs trembled in my grip.

Chapter 4: The Unveiling Storm Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the rumpled silk sheets in soft golds that matched the lingering warmth in my body. I lay tangled with Damien, my curves pressed intimately against his hard lines, his arm draped possessively over my waist. The events of the night replayed in my mind like a fever dream—the gallery, the desperate joining, the way he had claimed every inch of me until I felt reborn. My pussy still throbbed deliciously from the repeated invasions, slick with the remnants of our passion. Yet as his fingers began to trace lazy circles over the swell of my hip, stirring fresh desire, a quiet unease settled in my chest.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

He stared for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes dilated with a hunger that made me shiver, and then he leaned down. The first touch of his tongue against my clit was a sharp, electric shock that had my hips instantly jerking upward. A loud, uninhibited gasp broke from my lips. He didn't just touch me; he consumed me. Grey buried his face between my thighs, his tongue broad and wet as he stroked upward, licking away the moisture I had left behind. He was ruthless. He used his thumbs to part my folds, exposing every sensitive inch to the heat of his mouth. "Grey…" I choked out, my fingers knotting into the bedsheets as he dragged his tongue flat against my center, over and over in a heavy,

I hung up and set the phone down, my hands still trembling from everything crashing together at once. The money he was offering the filthy journal the way my pussy would not stop aching. Professor Voss leaned in closer again, his body heat reaching me as he picked up the journal and held it out to me. “We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.”

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.