Fifty Shades Novels & Stories

The atmosphere is getting hotter even the air inlets are working perfectly. As I wipe the sweat from the forehead, I glance at someone at the front of the cabin. A girl, in a backless body con dress. She is a bomb shell. Just looking at her gives me a hard time. She smiles and gesture me to hear her words. I put down my headphones and approach her, “Hi! New girl, right? I haven’t seen you before.” I ask in a flirtatious way. She nods her head in a seductive way and put her hair on the other side of the neck, revealing a tattoo. Actually a symbol but I can’t figure it out.

“I want that cunt pointed straight up so every drop stays deep inside you.” Sara whimpered as her body was bent into the obscene position. Her swollen pussy and tight asshole were completely exposed to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Eden Bay skyline. Anyone working late in the opposite building could look across and see her getting ruined. Mr. Vance slapped his heavy cock against her cum-leaking slit.

He nodded, satisfied with the intel, but cranked the vibe higher, the buzz intensifying until sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my neck. The penthouse lights dimmed automatically as evening deepened, the glow from the sprawling metropolis below filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting our scene in hues of electric blue and crimson. I rocked in the chair, hips grinding against the unyielding seat, chasing the relentless buzz that had me teetering on the edge. Zade stood then, his cock already hardening again, tenting his pants as he approached. He unzipped my suit fully now, peeling the fabric down to pool at my waist, leaving my upper body bare—breasts heaving, skin

Anthony says, gesturing to the space in front of him, “This is the grand hall. To you right through the hall is the kitchen, living room and office area. Bedrooms are on the second level, the stairs are to your left, your room is the first door on the right. I have decorated but as I do not know your preferences, it is still quite bare. The rooftop is open for your use but I ask that if you cannot handle heights, do not go up there. Any questions?” I shake my head and start walking into the living room, seeing a white leather couch and what looks to be a 95” TV hanging on the wall. I finally look up at him as I take a seat on the back of the couch, “Are my clothes here?” Anthony hesitates to

Yellow tapes surrounding the area and flashing lights. I saw Alejandro standing just beyond the threshold in a black robe, face carved from stone, clearly trying to suppress the rage bubbling beneath his flawless exterior. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to see every twitch, every tightened jaw muscle, every ounce of disbelief when he realized the girl he thought he’d burned alive was the ghost now haunting his empire. “That’s right,” I whispered under my breath. “This is just the beginning.” Shane slid behind me on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

Clara said and with that, they both parted ways. Lindsey was almost done with her makeup when her phone began to ring and Joyce helped pass the phone to her. "I'm almost done just give me..." "Hi ma'am, this is Janice from Fenty, speaking," Lindsey frowned her brows as she lowered the phone to look at the caller ID, she had thought it was Keith so she didn't bother checking. She studied the number that was displayed on her phone for a while before she placed it back on her ear. "Sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly," Lindsey said politely. "I'm Janice from Fenty," Janice repeated. "Okay, miss Janice, is there any problem?" Lindsey asked, she was familiar with Fenty since it was one of

He grabbed a knife, carefully slicing a large piece as I replied, "Garden Grounds." "Oh they're already booked, there's a Tinder thing happening there, " "Dang it!" I yelled, stopping the call before shifting through the other contact, maybe Elisa- "Don't try The Sparks, they're booked too," Chris called out, licking his fingers off, "I love chocolate, " he groaned, like I suddenly cared. "Damn it, where else?" I asked to no one in particular. I could feel the stress lines forming. Dad was going to kill me! Yep, I could see the headlines tomorrow, "Superstar Justin Star Ryder, rightfully murdered by Billionaire Robin Ryder for messing up his Launch party."

“To the gentleman for fifty million dollars!” “Did he just say fifty million?” one man whispered, leaning closer to his friend. His friend stared at the stage, eyes wide. “My Alpha spent six months begging for a meeting with that man. He never showed. Never even acknowledged it. And now he's here... for her? An ex-Luna?” The second man slowly shook his head. “No man drops fifty million on a stranger.” “So what are you thinking… His mistress?” The other man glanced back toward the VIP. “Either that… or something a lot more complicated.”

Fuck. The knowledge that Leia was just on the other side of that door, completely naked and dripping wet. The sight of her soaked hair and her body glistening with the mixture of water and soap running down her body had my jeans tightening. I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. Jesus fuck. I stood up and grabbed my room cad. I needed to get some fresh air or else I was going to start jerking off right then and there.

My mouth watered. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?” “Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.” I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close. “Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”