Alexia Grace Sex Novels & Stories

“Emma, we had plenty of chances to make things right, and he ruined them for his wife. Don’t feel sorry for him. Besides, he’s too old to be chasing after girls. It’s ridiculous.” “Well, that’s what people say. He only made the tabloids once, but that was a long time ago.” “And Alexia? What’s become of her?” “That woman… She’s a powerful force, I’ll give her that. She works at Maximus’s company and has a high-ranking position. Last I heard, they have four kids together. She lost two other babies, and now that she’s older, I doubt she’s still trying to have more.” “What do you mean by ‘still trying to have kids’?”

Even Jace pulled off his boxer and his godly frame stood tall and alluring, but I'm taller than him though. Patrick did the same, his dick was rock hard jumping up and down, and his body was gorgeous too, Scott, Emma, and Grace did the same. Grace's figure was yummy, she had the figure of a beautiful and pretty model, every part of her body in perfect and the best shape it can be, no one wouldn't want her. Emma's body was pretty too but her aura had a form of heroic charm to her making everyone have the urge to suppress her and make her on her knees begging them but only a few had the moral to approach her with the intention and I don't think anyone has succeeded so far. "Grace gets on her k

I dispelled his doubts before he misunderstood what I said and began to hover over me once more. "I told you before, Miss Grace, that for me, sex is like food. Sometimes I want chicken, sometimes I like omelets, and occasionally I just want green salads. Similarly, I changed women every night based on my personal preferences. My assistant has big breasts, while Rosy has pink cheeks. Alexi has a big round ass...," "Okay, I understand. I'm not interested in learning about your list of sleeping partners. Tell me what it is about me that you find so fascinating that you drove me into this pointless marriage to satisfy your obstinacy."

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

Grace- Get out of my head, I should’ve said no, why didn’t I move? I couldn’t move, fuck me… It’s me, Grace Rue. A girl with problems, the only thing I’m allowed to marry, I don’t deserve a man, especially one like Phoenix. He's doing things, he’s maybe cast a certain spell inside my veins that’s luring me inside his trap, a rather beautiful one. There’s Archie, who says he loves me but wants my body, there’s Levi, who wants my body but doesn’t fuck me, and then there’s Phoenix, who doesn’t fuck me but loves me.

I wouldn’t be able to live without her, not after I tasted happiness and tasted the bliss that is being inside her. Grace was a virgin when I met her and even though the way I fucked her for the first time was the worst thing I could have done to her, she was growing to become this sexual goddess. Just to think she allows me to fuck her while people watch, or she is okay with the toys and everything I need to do to her makes me want to hide her away and not share her with the rest of the world.

I chided her looking pointedly at Leah who was playing with her toys and totally ignoring us. Stacey rolled her eyes at me. “Take a chill pill please! She can't even hear you.” “Just answer the question and quit evading.” Grace prompted, which is a good a call to make, because left to Stacey, she would totally evade the question. “Since you guys are so interested in finding out what is going on between Ryan and I, it's just that, yes the sex is explosive and we kind of really like each other and I think he may be into me, but…” she paused, smacking her lips together.

Alex Phil, my so-called fiance, sat there with his legs crossed, undeniably handsome. Clearly, Alice and Victoria were not blind. This 'Mr. Phil' caught my eye, his look a mix of curiosity, judgment, and a good dose of scorn. "Miss Elvira," he said, standing and putting down his drink, "I'm Alex." "Hello." We shook hands, and I sat down beside him. He wasted no time in starting a conversation. "I've heard you used to be a..." "Boxer." "That's quite unusual. Not many women in the ring."

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through

Yours forever the caption on their proposal pictures said, and I felt a stupid wave of relief. It was weird seeing her in a more normal context, without her pussy spread with a huge dildo, and slut scrawled across her tits. I couldn’t help but wonder how many other people on Grace’s friends list Julian might have had sex with. How many others had been desperate for him, offering themselves up for dildos and marker pen? What else had he done with them? What were the limits of his filth?