Fifty Shades Of Grey Fanfic Novels & Stories

He looked at me in confusion. "Well, I always wanted to try out some fifty shades of grey's sexy moves" I explained with my seductive voice, winking and sexily shrugging my shoulders. I reached for his pants and slowly removed it as I looked straight in his eyes looking wild. His buddy emerged out from underneath his boxers ready for action, but I wanted to annoy him a little, so I went as slowly as I could kissing him everywhere, sometimes pretended to mistakenly touch his private part to arouse him.

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

EMBERLY* What the hell does he want to do with me? Did he say he was going to tie me up, or am I going nuts? I could flip out or go with it. Who knows, it could be fun, right? I have seen the Fifty Shades Of Grey movies and have always fantasized about being bound and spanked. Derrick isn't a highly skilled dominant, though, so... "Look out, world. I have my very own Christian Grey in the house. Do you know what to do with those?" I asked him, grinning at him.

I whispered one more time, taking off the blindfold. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me over, pinning my hands above my head. “Who told you about BDSM elements?” “Jasmine mentioned it when we were in college,” I responded shyly. Damien released my hands and got up. I watched as he turned on the TV. Then he plugged in a flash drive and scrolled through the list of movies. He clicked on a particular movie titled Fifty Shades Of Grey. “You want us to watch a movie?” I asked, obviously surprised.

Grey swarmed up the bed, his heavy body instantly pinning me beneath his weight as he reached down to guide himself against my soaking wet opening. The sheer force of him filling me entirely stole the air right out of my lungs. I threw my head back against the pillows, my fingers digging blindly into the muscles of his shoulders as my vagina stretched to accommodate the thick, unyielding stretch of his dick. He stayed perfectly still for a heartbeat, buried deep inside me, his forehead resting against mine as he let out a long, ragged exhale. "Oh my gosh.... grey...." I whimpered, my thighs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper if that was even physically possible. The anger, the reve

He fucked me harder, his hips slamming against mine in a rhythmic frenzy, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside that sent stars exploding behind my eyelids. His hands moved up to cup my breasts, squeezing them possessively as he whispered about how good I felt and how well we fit together, and his words fueled our raw connection as I clung to the pillows. My body arched back to meet his every thrust, and I lost all sense of time as he mended my bleeding heart. ***** CYRA My eyes widened as I realized we were approaching Katarina's village, and Greyson made the turn without hesitation, driving straight into it.

ELENA I sat there on the exam table in that stupid paper gown, legs already spread a little, feeling pissed off and horny at the same time. I’d made the mistake of waiting for marriage before sleeping with my contract husband. My best friend Lisa had called me right when I got into the room. I answered because I needed to vent. Last night Ryan tried again, pumping his little pinky-sized dick into me for maybe a minute and half before he groaned and finished. No spark, no stretch, nothing. I faked a moan just to make him feel better and then rolled over frustrated as hell.

Grey sighed, “if I have learnt anything in the past few days, it's really trying to change who I am. Do you know that chic hasn't still replied to my text?” “Is that what this is about? You're falling for that Cassie girl?” “Nah,” Grey cut in. “Just a night stand with her and she's out of my head. I'm willing to pay her whatever she demands.” Matt flashed a grin at him as he carefully stood up, stepped closer to him and massaged the rigid muscle on his shoulder.

“Hmmm. Dress I’ve seen on earth.” Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers nervously clutching the side of her gown. “You sound like a bad line from a cheap romance novel.” Grey smirked. “Then maybe I’ll rewrite it.” Mira was standing behind Scarlet, practically vibrating. “Holy fuck, this is so hot,” she whispered under her breath. Grey took a step closer, his eyes burning holes into Scarlet. Then, without asking, he extended his hand ... long fingers brushing against her arm, sending a spark up her skin. “Come on,” he said, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “What’s education without a little chaos?”

She never felt so ugly in her life. Meanwhile, Grey went back to Raven Black’s guest house and went straight to the bathroom, completely leaving his beta with no explanation. What reason would he tell him? That his dick was hard as fuck? That he wanted to pummel and claim her mate in front of everyone after seeing her beautiful face? “Fucking hell,” Grey moaned as he stroked his member with his hands. With each stroke he took, he imagined his little mate’s face begging for more. His strokes gained speed as he thought of her slim body, her tight pussy being pistoned with his dick and filled with his cum.