Fifty Shades Fanfic Novels & Stories

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

Because if he does, he might lost his control and tear her apart. *********** I am sorry guys, Chapter 50 has been uploaded repeatedly and I am not able to delete the extra one.. Please skip the repeated one.. I have only uploaded one chapter..

Her wetness enveloped his fingers and she cried out at the sensation of suddenly being penetrated deeply. --To be continued… Please SUPPORT my other works: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18+ and Forbidden Heat 18+

She tried pushing me back, but instead, I grabbed her hands and even increased my pace, she cried out. “Mateo!!! Fuck!!!” She screamed but I was having the time of my life and I knew she loved it too. I mean just a little pain. I stopped and she fell from the bed, legs vibrating and she was still screaming. “Ah, fuck! Mateo! Get away from me you crazy beast.” “We are not even done, baby. Come on.” I joined her on the ground and we continued. MICHAEL’s POV We had talked and gotten closer, and spoke about what we both wanted.

He didn’t stop them. Alaric dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up again. “Let’s see what we’re working with.” His fingers hooked into my panties and dragged them down my legs slowly. Cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered. “Fuck me,” Alaric breathed, staring at my bare, glistening folds. “Shaved smooth just for your wedding night. And dripping already. Damian, you lucky bastard.” Flynn’s hand slid between my thighs from the side, two thick fingers parting my slick lips. He rubbed my clit in slow circles and my legs trembled. A broken moan slipped out before I could stop it.

Both of had an eye contact Hope grab his collar and Pull him to the car. "If you don't move a inch, then I will make our bedroom here and I don't hesitate to make love here." She got five inches away from Hope. "Hey you pervert!" Hope was blushing Ryan also laugh seeing her. She sits on the car quickly while hiding her blush. Placing goggles on his face he gets into the car. He starts the car and go ahead "Don't you think our lives have changed a lot in the last five years infact we have achieved so many things in this five years."

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.

] My hand froze over the screen. That nickname… Fucking weird. But what was weirder? The contact was pinned to the top. The phone buzzed again. This time, it was a picture. I shouldn’t look. This was Maya’s business. But my eyes were already locked on the screen. The photo showed a set of black lace lingerie. So sheer it was almost transparent. Next to it… My face burned. Things I’d only seen in movies. Bondage gear. My heart pounded. Maya was into…