Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Fanfiction

I smirked inwardly, contributing vaguely while my phone buzzed with Dante's text: "Picturing you tied to the cabin bed, vibrator on low while I watch you squirm. Send me a pic of those marks under your sweater—discreetly." Heat pooled anew, and I excused myself to the bathroom, snapping a quick mirror selfie of the hickeys peeking from my collar, sending it with: "All yours, Sir. Fantasizing about the flogger—light lashes on my thighs, then your mouth soothing them. Class is torture without you." His reply: "Good sub. Edge yourself in the stall—no coming. Reward later."

She makes me want things I never thought I'd want. "Are you a boob guy?" She asks lifting her hands to cover mine. "No. I think I'm a you-guy." I say rolling her nipples between my fingers "You're utter perfection. Every part of you was sculpted to drive me crazy." My hands squish her tits together and I bend to lick the water off. I'm not condoning it but fuck do I understand why Fan married her. "Think you can go again, big boy?" Her fingers wrap around my already hard cock making it jerk with anticipation. I'm ready to be inside her again. Hopefully this time it'll be longer and harder.

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

She wanted more of her Enslaved A****n Rape fantasy. Rhada dressed. She pretended not to notice me soaking up her beauty with undisguised hunger and I pretended not to notice her arousal under my gaze. When she finished, Rhada slipped to the edge of the bed and placed her feet on the floor. I handed her a glass of crushed ice. She had to be parched.

Hi darlings , I cackle at your comments please bring it on and also kindly delete this book and add it to the library after like 24 hours because I edited the chapter 58 to make it more spicy. Should she end up with one or all of them ? Let me know !

I made her understand. "Okay," I sighed as she understood me. "What you're doing?" I asked. "I was searching for movies on N*****x. I'm not understanding what to watch, getting bore." I grinned mischievously as something came into mind. "Watch fifty shades of grey. You'll get to know more about the BDSM relationship." I suggested, smirking.

"When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching p**n. Exactly." I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly. "See, I don't really like p**n either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff." "Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked. "Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours

I wrap mу legs around him, еnсоurаgіng hіm, рullіng him іn deeper, rеvеlіng іn thе delicious frісtіоn аѕ hе ѕlаmѕ into mу G-ѕроt, mаkіng me сlеnсh аnd ѕhuddеr аrоund hіm. As I’m ejected frоm this place іntо a ѕtrаtоѕрhеrе of endless рlеаѕurе, thrоbbіng, moaning аnd thrаѕhіng mу hеаd аѕ hе jоіnѕ mе, еmрtуіng himself іnѕіdе of me. I'm embarrassed and ashamed at the same time, I'm kidnapped and locked in the darkroom, don't know from how many days and to ease my fear I'm fantasizing right now about Blake.

He spread my thighs wider, his chocolate-slick fingers finding the damp cotton of my shorts, pressing against me through the fabric. "You are soaked," he muttered. "Already." I didn’t say anything, just shivered. “Do you want to know what the fifth fantasy is?” He whispered against my ear. I nodded almost immediately. He reached into the drawer beside him and pulled out a black silk blindfold. My breath caught. "You remember this?" he asked, his voice dropping. "How could I forget?" I swallowed, feeling my wetness drip harder. He held it up, "I want you on the counter. Blindfolded. And I want to feed you."