50 Shades Of Grey Excerpts Dirty Mga Nobela at Kwento

When he lips tangles around her breast she grabs the bedsheet Tightly while closing her both eyes. He sucks her both breast and nipples one by one untill his satisfied. Her whole body trembling under his touch. Slolwy he remove her remaining clothes then she remove his jeans. Now both are stand fully naked infront of eachother. Slolwy he spread open her both legs wide and he kneels between them Her mind goes blank as soo as zach's tongue runs along the length of her thigh licking up the juices She clutches his hairs, While biting her lip from screaming for him to lick every each of her skin.

I giggle as goosebumps cover my skin. “Well, I never thought so. I think we are just starting.” Grey watches me with that insane intensity in his eyes as he rolls his tongue inside his mouth. “Should I rip your dress off, then, or would you rather remove it demurely?” I huff. “Fuck the elegance, Grey. Rip it right off.” Grey chuckles lightly before lifting me easily, setting me gently on the desk. In seconds, he tears the dress off my body, and I roll with my newfound freedom as I lean back, rest my hand on the edge of the desk behind me, and spread my legs apart for him to see the dripping mess between my thighs.

After a short rest, they took me again in the shower—pressed against the tiles, water cascading over us as they took turns fucking me standing up, then both at once in a messy, intense double penetration that left me sobbing with pleasure. By the time we finally collapsed back on the ruined bed hours later, I was sore, exhausted, and completely satisfied. Cum leaked from every hole. The room reeked of sex. Julian pulled me against his chest, kissing my forehead. “This is just the beginning of the weekend, Leena.” Oliver spooned me from behind, hand possessively between my legs. “Round four after breakfast?” I smiled, floating in bliss. Our dirty little secret was wide open, and I never wante

“We can take you somewhere no one will interrupt.” My head spins. I can’t believe this is happening. It feels impossible and wrong. Yet here they are, whispering promises against my skin as if they’ve read my dirtiest thoughts. I almost laugh but it catches before it escapes. My fingers are trembling around the thick, extremely veiny penis in my other hand, my lips still tingling from the taste of the other. But my body… my body is so ready. Let them ruin me. Let me choke, let me crawl, let me be nothing but theirs.

Elena raised an eyebrow, daring him. Damien cleared his throat and started reading in that deep, controlled voice. “‘His hands pinned her wrists above her head, body pressing her into the sheets. “You’ve fought me at every turn,” he growled. “But you’re mine now.”’” A few chuckles rippled. Elena’s face heated. The scene was too close—power, resistance, that razor edge of hate and want. Damien’s gaze lifted and locked on hers mid-paragraph. His voice roughened slightly on the next lines, describing the kiss, the surrender, the heat.

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.

The grey sweatpants hung low, the v -line and trail of ink disappeared into the waistband. I peeled my eyes away as he dropped the shower head, pumping some soap into his palm, rubbing them together then slowly moving his hand over my body. My nipples hardened when his rough palm brushed again them. " You're such a dirty slut," His dirty words did nothing to numb the ache building between my thighs. His hands moved down, foam creating a path behind him as he reached between my thighs. A chill racked through my bones, my heart pounding against my ribs. I closed my eyes, leaning back as his hand slowly slid into me, my toes curled. Fuck me!

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.