Dakota Johnson Fifty Shades Of Gray Novels & Stories

she put her hand up to stop him. “I’m sorry Dakota but...” she paused, stood straight, and looked at Dakota, “I, Alexis Jane Moore, of the BlackPaw Mountain pack and future Beta female, reject you Dakota Diesel BlackPaw Beta to BlackPaw Mountain pack, as my mate now and forever more. May the Gods and Goddesses bear witness to this rejection now and forever. I am no longer bound to him as his TRUE and FATED mate.” There was no emotion from her as she recited her rejection.

Zach replied. "John Dutton," Krista said. "Black guy, big muscles. You got him with a rear naked choke at 1:48 of the 2nd round. He had buckled your knees with a really nice left hook and got overconfident, left himself open and you were right there. He tapped."

God, she looked like a Victorian lady, so elegant and, bloody hell, like a very precious ornament that he couldn’t afford to touch. Today she had her long, ash brown curls loosely braided and resting over one shoulder. As he came closer, he noticed that today her eyes were two different colors again. Her left eye was an azure-blue color, bright and shinning just like the clear blue sky above New York City on this very fine spring day. Her right eye, on the other hand, was the color of the moon on a stormy night, a mauve-gray color that he’d never seen before on any person. No, he was lying there. He had actually seen that very same odd color on one particular person. He was the young, famous

Dakota says. “You are adorable, it’s hard to believe they are not lining up day and night to be with you,” I say. “They are, but only a handful have gotten as much as a taste and they won’t even get that now,” he says with an attractive shimmy of his shoulders. I lean in and cup his cheek watching his eyes go wide and noticing the hitch in his breath. He uncrosses his long, lean legs and I see a flash in his eyes as he leans into my touch and edges closer. His short skirt scootches up to reveal creamy thighs and thigh high stockings, then the skirt tents with his erection and I see his little lace panties barely containing his length.

‎My name is Emily Moss Dakota. I am a scientist who loves her job so damn much. People sometimes claim I do crazy stuff but I say I love to make the impossible possible. ‎I've been in this field for over thirty years and I've aided in a lot of disease solving cases in the world. ‎Well, presently I'm working on a project that could either end my career or make me the most important scientist the world has ever seen. ‎Project Dakota is my baby. The project I put my life on the line for and let's face it it is my life.

And every time I saw it, something inside my chest twisted painfully, like a reminder I hadn’t asked for. Dark hair. Piercing hazel eyes. Six-foot-one of pure intimidation wrapped in beauty. Devastatingly handsome, no, devastatingly beautiful. If goddesses existed, Jensen Aniston would be a warrior goddess. The kind carved into myths and whispered about in legends. The kind who stole hearts without trying, who left wreckage behind with nothing more than a glance. I had told myself, over and over, that I loved men. I needed to love men. I dated them. Kissed them. Shared beds, made foolish promises and kept a brief illusion of something real.

And I realized Ethan’s kinks ran deeper than I’d expected. He loved public sex—loved the risk of getting caught. We fucked in bathroom stalls at the mall. In the back rows of nearly empty movie theatres. In a parking garage where anyone could have easily walked in on us. I had no problem with it because the danger made him wetter, made him cling to me harder, made him beg harder! His horizons expanded. We posted an ad online looking for player partners. Eventually, we found a steady partner. His name was Dickson. Dickson was black, built like a heavyweight fighter, and had a cock that made my jaw drop the first time I saw it. Nine inches. Thick as my forearm with veins like tree roots runnin

She ground her pvssy unto his stiff length, currently hiding away in his soft pants. She figured her leggings were already off, so she could easily let it slip in. Jada reached for his crotch, but he pulled away, "Goddess, patience sweetness," Mr. Grey groaned in pain that he was doing this, his head tilted backward, and he closed his eyes. Mr. Grey cupped her chin and looked at her desire-filled expression. She was radiant, even with her hair in this messy bun. So beautiful, he thought. He looked into her gorgeous gray eyes when he finally said.

Daxon pleaded like he was in a desperate need of her trust. His words echoing in her mind. She slowly opened her eyes slowly, and lifted her lashes revealing her moistened grey eyes looking into his jet black ones. Her vision was blurry due to tears but she blinked for few times and everything came into focus. She tilted her head to the other side. Daxon was hooked. There was a hope in his jet black eyes towards her.

' Now, for some reason, it sends a jolt of excitement coursing through my veins. "She wishes to kill me?" I mull out loud, unable to restrain the smile coming on. Perhaps, the sight of that sentence had triggered the psychotic part of me. "What are you doing?!" I turn around, just in time for Dakota to snatch the journal right out of my hands. "You just invaded my privacy, Dashiell!" She snaps, tucking the book into her black handbag. She's wearing a large black T-shirt that barely covers her ass, and her red hair is still a little wet.