Novel & Cerita 50 Shades Of Grey Excerpts Dirty

He gently slid his fingers under the hem of my dress, pushing the fabric up, up, up, exposing me inch by inch. The cool air of the room kissed my heated skin, and I shivered. His eyes followed the path of his hands, darkening with every passing second until his fingers finally met the bare, soaking wet, throbbing flesh of my pussy. "Fuck," he growled, the sound ripped from his chest. "Fuck." "No panties." I nodded, breathless, my voice just a mere whisper. "Didn't see the point." His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the raw, masculine pride in his gaze sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. "You really came here just to get ruined, didn't you?"

His hands slid down my stomach, over my hips, between my thighs from behind, and his fingers found me, slick and swollen and embarrassingly ready even now, and I gasped sharply into Grey’s kiss. “Already?” Kaden said, low and satisfied. “Shut up,” I managed. He laughed against my neck, warm and genuine, the real Kaden laugh, and stroked me with two fingers sliding through my folds while his thumb pressed circles against my clit. Ansel’s mouth was still on my breast, and Grey pulled back from the kiss just far enough to look at my face, watching me come undone between his brothers with those dark attentive eyes. “Grey.” I reached for him.

Dirty thoughts flooded my mind immediately. I pictured Elena on the exam table again, but this time without the gown. Naked, legs locked in the stirrups, her full breasts heaving as I leaned down and sucked one hard nipple into my mouth. I imagined sliding my cock through her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit before pushing inside her in one deep thrust. She would moan louder then, begging me to fuck her properly while her husband was away on another business trip. I would grip her hips and pound into her, the table creaking beneath us, her pussy gripping me like a vice.

Her sighs of pleasure filled the room. He groaned and closed his eyes, the intense pleasure awakening his wolf. She saw when his eyes opened, intense green piercing through her soul, and even though he was still very much human, she saw the fangs come through as his mouth opened and he leaned in. For a while, her world paused, and she thought this is it, I will be Luna. She arched her neck, allowing his access but as he grazed her, he pulled away, from her neck and from between her thighs, collapsing beside her on the bed.

Damien Blackwood’s POV The elevator opens onto black marble and midnight glass. The city throbs forty floors below like a distant heartbeat, but up here the only pulse that matters is mine—and the two quivering bodies already arranged on my bed exactly how I left them. All fours. Knees wide. Chests crushed to the sheets. Asses lifted high, shamelessly offered, thighs trembling from the strain of holding position for the last forty minutes. Their skin glows under fractured neon—violet streaks across sweat-damp spines, gold licking the undersides of heavy breasts still glistening with the cum I painted there earlier.

he sent. “Guess you’ll have to find out ,” I fired back. “I’m going to push you to explore every dirty, forbidden desire you’ve hidden. Big challenges are coming,” he promised. I wanted it all. The heat, the filth, the surrender. “I need you to do something before we meet tomorrow,” he texted. “What?” My pulse quickened. “Watch Fifty Shades of Grey. Tell me your thoughts.” I agreed, intrigued. “You trying to tell me something by making me watch it?” I added playfully.

“Because you are going to do more than just a lap dance, mine. We’ll be doing something more tempting, hot and intimate.” I thought this is nothing like 50 Shades of Grey?!

She never felt so ugly in her life. Meanwhile, Grey went back to Raven Black’s guest house and went straight to the bathroom, completely leaving his beta with no explanation. What reason would he tell him? That his dick was hard as fuck? That he wanted to pummel and claim her mate in front of everyone after seeing her beautiful face? “Fucking hell,” Grey moaned as he stroked his member with his hands. With each stroke he took, he imagined his little mate’s face begging for more. His strokes gained speed as he thought of her slim body, her tight pussy being pistoned with his dick and filled with his cum.

She nods around my fingers, saliva dribbling down her chin, leaving wet trails down her chest and I want to lean down and lick it up. My hands take over, working faster in— out, in— out, rolling, plunging, fucking. “You're such a dirty girl, aren't you? look at you, all filthy for me.” She nods, her thighs squished together as she grinds desperately for her release. “You're soaking up my hands, so messy.” “Mnhnmm…” More saliva, more grinding. Her hand slips between her thighs and I stifle a groan. “Did you say something?”

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.