50 Shades Synopsis Novels & Stories

"I don't care." "Someone could see." Her office had floor to ceiling windows. Overlooking the city. Thirty floors up. But still visible. "Let them see." I lifted her onto the desk. Papers scattered. Yanked her skirt up. Tore her panties aside. "Elliot." "Tell me to stop." Silence. "That's what I thought." I freed myself. Positioned. Thrust inside. No condom. No preparation. Just need. We both groaned. "God. I missed you," I breathed.

Alex POV "Baby, can you give me a massage, please?" I ask Mason making puppy eyes at him. He gets up and grabs the spa oil that we have laying around for some reason and gets back on the bed. We just finished watching Fifty Shades Freed and let me tell you...pheew! The scene where they go over their stuff for the house got me thinking about Wren and I a few hours ago. He takes my shorts, that I changed into once we got back, off and then my shirt goes as well.

They laid me on my back and ran a full train on me, all twenty crew members plus the six billionaires taking turns pumping load after load into my body. I was a drooling, screaming mess by the time the sun began to set. “Fuuuuck! I can’t take it anymore… but please don’t stop!” I begged, my voice completely raw. “Fill me! Breed your island slut!” By evening, I had lost count of how many loads were inside me. My belly looked slightly swollen. Cum poured out of my holes every time someone pulled out. Damien finally carried me to the master cabin and laid me on the bed. He climbed on top of me and fucked me slowly, gently, kissing me deeply as the yacht sailed through the night.

She couldn't see his face but his eyes were clear "Lie down," he ordered and walked around the better. As usual, he had to restrain her and blindfold her. Shania was down for anything. After strapping her hands and blindfolding her. Shaking his head a little, Just looking at her made his dick throb, his heart race and all he wanted was to be inside her "What's your deepest desire?" SM asked huskily, Shania felt his movements and his closeness. Licking her lips to moisten them. She had no idea

His eyes shone in the dark, and without thinking, I raised my hand, bringing my fingers to his hair. A shaky sigh left my lips as he took an impossible step closer. He looked at me dead in the eye, as if giving me the chance to run off. The last chance. I should have taken it. I was glad I didn’t, Because I stood on my toes in the dark, meeting him halfway. His lips met mine, uncertain at first. We pulled away for a second, shocked at the passion that seared through me. And then, in another second, his lips were on mine again.

Everyone smiles and grabs the knife together. Everyone looks at each other then Everybody blows the candle together and hugs each other with lots of love. "This is not ending our story but this is just the beginning of our new lives." Goodbye 50shades of puberty readers. Love you all. __________End____________

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.

Cynthia said. "She would but not yet, this is just a trigger and pregnancy would be the only solution they would think of and if Lindsey can't pregnant, her scandal with Tamarh's husband Jossaih would be the next and that's when Georgina would come for me but I guarantee that she would be a lot busy saving another girls ass and Lindsey would be left in the field alone," Reporter Sharon said and an evil smile spread across her lips. "Which girl?" Cynthia couldn't help but ask.

His muscles strained against the chains, veins bulging, body glistening. Finally, his thrusts grew erratic. His eyes rolled back. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as he came hard, filling Madison while I ground against his tongue. We didn’t stop. We kept riding through his orgasm, overstimulating him until his body convulsed. He lost consciousness — body going limp, head falling back, chest heaving. Madison and I slowed, breathing hard, staring at each other over his spent form. Her hand found mine. There was no anger left — only shared, dark satisfaction.

Although she knew there was nothing neutral about sitting with the Harrisons in a room. Taking the steps seemed appealing to calm her nerves, but Anita insisted on taking the elevator. As she watched the metal door close, Bridget counted numbers in her head. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and they stepped out and walked into a well-lighted hall. A receptionist directed them to the conference room where they saw Mr. Fred engaged in a discussion with the Harrisons' attorney. Bridget felt a rush of anger. What could Mr. Fred possibly be discussing with the enemy?