50 Shades Of Grey Series Novels & Stories

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

Greg Mrs. Harper keeps riding me with slow, torturing circles, her soaked pussy gripping my cock so tightly I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m shaking underneath her, every muscle in my body tight, fighting desperately not to cum. She stares down at me with that confident, wicked smile, her heavy breasts swaying gently as she grinds deep on my cock. “Not yet, baby,” she whispers, leaning forward so her hard nipples brush against my chest. “I’m not done using this young cock, you’re going to stay right here and let me enjoy you until I say so.”

I got up and went to the bathroom, turned on the shower again and stripped off my clothes and stepped under the cold spray and tried to wash away the lingering traces of the dream and the ache of wanting something I couldn't have. But as the water pounded down on me all I could think about was her face when I'd told her I liked her in the dream and the way she'd kissed me back like I was air and she was drowning. The feel of her skin under my hands and the sounds she'd made when I'd touched her. I was so completely and utterly fucked and I didn't know how to unfuck myself because Dreyven Grey had finally fallen. And he'd fallen for the one girl he was supposed to destroy and there was no goi

A cold voice called out, and the entire thing went numb at once. “Shit, shit,” Jasper cursed, stumbling as he adjusted his cock in his slacks before buttoning down my gown as well. “Jasper?” The voice came again. Mr. Grey walked through the doors, his grey-trimmed beard on his perfectly fit body, dressed in a two-piece tailored suit that clung to his frame. I couldn’t help but admire him—maybe I’d pictured him once or twice fucking me, pinning me down and rutting insanely into me.

Finally, we arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. Wade pulls over into the muddy parking area. I look outside the window, it’s pitch black and thick with fog. “Well, if this isn’t spooky, I don’t know what is.” Wade says as he turns off the ignition. “I hope you have big torches Wade, the fog is really thick,” Penny says worryingly. “Yeah, yeah I have everything including 2 tents.” He says with a smile. “What?! Tents! Why do we need tents?!” I shout.

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.

A scream tears from my mouth as my whole body shakes and trembles, powerful waves of pleasure crashing over me like a hurricane. It’s so intense that I’m dizzy when the sensation finally tapers, and I’m still trying to catch my breath when Gray rocks back, standing to unzip his jeans. He frees his erection, and my eyes go straight to his rock-hard cock as he shucks his jeans and steps out of them. Damn. I forgot how impressive his dick is. I hope it fits. Gray stands over me again like an apex predator, fisting his length. “Bad girl. You didn’t wait for permission,” he growls.

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.”

he answered, taking another sip of his wine. The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. Before I could process this disturbing information, the sound of a glass clinking caught everyone's attention. All heads turned in unison towards the stage where Mrs. Grey stood, a satisfied smile gracing her perfectly made-up face. "On behalf of my family and myself, we would like to thank you all for being here with us tonight," she began, her voice carrying easily through the hall. As Mrs. Grey continued her speech, my mind wandered. I couldn't shake the unease that Lucas's words had stirred in me. How could Damien live like this, constantly surrounded by potential enemies? And more

His body trembled, every nerve frayed. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson”, with that he sunk back into Zach and began to fuck his hole mercilessly as he dragged his hair back, hitting all the right places. He pushed him past his limit to the land of no return. This wasn’t just about disobedience and correction, no, this was something else. Something darker, Sudan was tearing him apart with his cock and putting him back together with ruthless precision. It was overwhelming. It was too much. And yet, it was everything! And when release finally tore through them, it wasn’t just physical shudder. It was surrender.