50 Shades Of Grey Excerpts Dirty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My hands, which had been hanging uselessly at my sides, found their way to her hair, tangling in the soft, dark strands. She worked me with a kind of frantic, grateful energy. Her lips formed a perfect, tight seal around my length, and her tongue did sinful, clever things along the underside. I could feel the faint brush of her teeth, the deep, humming vibrations in her throat as she took me deeper. I looked down, the sight nearly undoing me completely: her, on her knees, her pristine white blouse now smeared with dark, blotchy fingerprints of grease from my coveralls. The contrast was utterly filthy and unbelievably hot.

‎ ‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling. ‎ ‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena". ‎ ‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts. ‎ ‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

“Choking on me… you were made for this. Such a dirty little slut, taking me so deep.” I shivered, my mind hazy, my senses on fire. My throat burned, my lips tingled, my chest heaved. Every push, every filthy word, pulled me deeper into a dizzying mix of submission and craving. “Come on… that’s it. I’m close… you’re gonna make me lose it,” he growled, his words rough, filthy, urgent.

When my entire body is flat on the adorned satin comforter, he gently peels my panties off, admiring the view once again. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the skin over my ribcage ever so gently. Grey hovers over me, locking his penetrating azure gaze on me. Our bodies do not touch yet I feel a powerful sensation run through me. Prickly yet pleasurable, just like the feeling I got anytime i had a wet dream about him. The feeling grows stronger, turning from a prickle to a pulsation, coursing in my veins, kissing every nerve ending in my body. I’m gasping, unable to hold on anymore. The satin comforter rumples and stretches under my desperate grip. Grey’s eyes never leave mi

Grey relentlessly murdered her pussy with his tongue and finger. Jada knew she was close. Her leg now held his neck in a leg lock. While his tongue fillets her pussy, effortlessly. “Mrrr.. Grreeeyyyyy, uhhhh, sssssss, aaahhhhhhh, oh yes, oh yes, oh YES, YES, MR. GREYYYYY.” Jada came hard. She trembled, her entire body racked with uncontrolled pleasure. And she continued to jerk at the pure sensation derived from Mr. Grey's tongue as he cleaned her dry.

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

“Skirt up. I want to see that used pussy.” I lifted my tight pencil skirt to my waist, exposing my bare, freshly fucked pussy. His cum was visibly dripping out of me. Damien leaned back in his chair and smirked. “Look at that sloppy little hole, already dripping my seed like a cheap whore. Spread your legs wider.” I obeyed, standing in front of his desk with my legs apart, letting him stare at my cum-filled pussy. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now come here and sit on my cock.”

, he mumbled and then stood up and pulled me up. He staggered a bit and I had to hold him till we got there. "Greenwood", I said to the bouncer there and the man opened the door. "Let me know if you need anything", he said and then the door shut closed. Holy shit. This place is like one of those you'd see in the movie, like Fifty shades shit. There were things I have never seen with my naked eyes before here. Look I don't know their names, but you know those things you'd see in a Red sex room? yes they were all here.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

I had always been so destabilized from the onset, no point sugar coating it. "Yeah.. it's me, Alpha Grey." His piercing gaze fixed far deeply into my sight, and I could feel my pussy walls pulsating, pumping so hard like something was deep in there, trickling me like prickly heat rashes feeling so sweet when scratched gently. And with so much sweet sensation.