Dirty Fanfiction Grayson Novels & Stories

We'll remain horny little rabbits that's desprate to rut but have no outlet. And let's face it, it's probably for the best. Grayson doesn't have a gentle bone in his body when it comes down to sex. Every inch of him intends on leaving an print on your psyche. He rocks back on the heel of his feet, tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "What you saw are humans who have been experimented on " "Come again, did you just say experimented on? "

I haven’t had a boyfriend before and Ethan is so kind and good and—’ ‘Rich.’ The cynical note in Grayson’s voice made me want to slap him. Not that I’m an advocate for violence of any sort but it riled me that he was suggesting my sister was a gold-digger. He had only just met her. How could he make such a snap assessment of her? I swung around to face Grayson with a glare so hot I could have moonlighted as a welding machine. ‘How dare you?’ Grayson’s eyes glittered with the same cynicism I’d heard in his voice. A worldly cynicism that made me feel wrong-footed somehow, which was weird because if there was an award for being a hard-nosed cynic it would surely go to me.

All I can think about is you under my desk, on your knees, that beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock while I try to maintain composure. The image was so vivid, so visceral. She could practically feel it, the carpet under her knees, the weight of him in her mouth, the thrill of the forbidden. She glanced up and found Grayson looking at his phone, a slight smile playing at his lips. Probably texting someone. A girlfriend maybe? Though the office gossip said he'd been single since Morgan. Honey looked back down at her phone and typed: Red: That's a very specific fantasy, Sir. Have you done that before?

{The next morning} Grayson stretch and yawn with his eyes closed then he walk straight to the bathroom after some minutes he came out and sight a figure on the bed,he was stunned and shocked because no one has ever slept on his bed. He went straight to the bathroom to fetch a bowl of water then he came back to the room and pour all the content on anya making her jerk off the bed. "What the hell?" Anya yelled. "Why are you sleeping in my bed?" Grayson yelled.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

“Well that was easy.” “More like agonizing.” We went back out to the living room. I sipped my water, slowly, wishing it was wine instead. “I’m going to the bathroom, can you pause?” Grayson asked. “Sure,” I smiled. “You two are really strange tonight, you know?” Lee spoke up. “It’s a girl thing,” Skyler shrugged. “A former drug addict girl thing.” “If you say so.” “Well, I do.” Grayson entered the room looking shaken.

Inside the hideout, a guy is busy with the computer, one is busy creating scientific instruments and weapons and others are busy discussing. "How is everything going, Jason?" One of the guys asked the guy working on the computer. "I'm searching every area in Texas but everything seems pretty clear to me," Jason answered. Jason Grayson is twenty years old with blond short hair and grey eyes. He attends MSA but after school, he comes to the secret hideout to help out. He is a computer guru and can hack through anything. He had a twin brother Norman Grayson who looks exactly like him in height and everything, the only difference between the two is the sound of their voice. Norman Grayson sees g

There is definitely something wrong with him. "Bed?" "Separately," I add, narrowing my eyes. Silence stretches between us. My heart is beating beyond anything healthy, as I try not to think about what my mate might commit to. Suddenly, Grayson raises his hand up. "I wear this." It's a ring. Similar to Jaspers, but lighter...Newer. It glints under the light menacingly. Just the sight of it has my hands quivering at my side. "It stops me from going crazy," Grayson tells me. He looks so sincere it's terrifying.

I had mentioned before was actually Master Danni's apprentice selection? His expression darkened, and he shot to his feet. Rushing down the hall, he collided with Sandra, who was carrying a cup of coffee. "Grayson!" The coffee spilled across his suit, leaving a dark stain. "Oh my god, are you burned?" Sandra exclaimed, panic written across her face, waving tissues frantically over him. She pressed close. The intense scent of perfume hit him like a wall, making him catch his breath. Grayson was allergic to strong fragrances. After our marriage, I had never worn perfume, even switching to lightly scented shampoo.

I could hear voices from outside the bathroom stall. The group of rich heirs was making a lot of noise. Meanwhile, I sat on the sink countertop inside the stall, every finger and toe of mine curled up. However, it wasn't because I was feeling good. On the contrary, the only thing I could feel was excruciating pain. Ever since Carlisle Grayson got drunk and slept with me three years ago, our relationship had changed from that between good friends into that of friends with benefits.