Fifty Shades Of Grey Fanfic Novels & Stories

Iv watched 50 shades of grey, i read the books, i've got the damn internet so I know what iv always desired to do. I realise physically I may be innocent but not mentally. I've dreamed of this man for over a year and I've dreamed of what I want to do to him and what I want him to do to me. As he turns his eyes widen and trail down my body slowly. His hands clenching and unclenching as he looks at every bruise and cut. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. I can feel his confliction through the bond, the bruising making him angry yet my body turns him on.

Roman said, discarding both his clothes and hers, the city lights the only source of illumination in the tiny motel room. But they didn't care about the motel room, neither did they care about the rusty bed or paint-stripped walls. All they needed was each other and their love. I put down my pen and went over the page one more time to correct any mistakes. I bit my lips as I concentrated on proofreading. Nearly done, only the final sex scene and it was going to be a master piece! “I want to bite that lip, Miss Sanders.” “Quoting Christian Grey doesn’t make you any less creepy, Mr. Whitmore”.

I said not able to take it anymore, Grey was on fire and I was burning. " I bet... Ahh... ahhh... ahhh..." I couldn't finish my sentence when I came. Grey made me hold the bar to her cell so I could look at her and drove himself into me from behind. I moaned and he growled. He fucked me like he was sex-starved. He grabbed my br**st from behind flicking my nipples and rubbing them. He was hitting the spot and my vision was a blur. " Do you think he is still you mate?" I asked the crying bitch and she shook her head from defeat.

I tried to avert my gaze but I could not, not when a part of me longed to be one of those girls. The way they were handled by the Lycans. Delicate and tender. The Lycans went down on them, licking and fingering their way into their core as I watched these girls stretch and groan, grappling and gasping before flipping them over their stomachs, setting them up to bury their huge groin into their wet entrance. Then they went all in, thrusting into them as these girls begged them for more. I crossed my legs tightly, only to realise I had gotten wet. I closed my eyes and prayed to the goddess that it all passed quickly, but it didn't. Soon the whole room was filled with moans and screams. Their s

I had just gotten back from the shop with Griff who instantly retreated to the basement, grumbling. He didn’t seem to like me very much, he was still kind though. I was about to head upstairs when I heard the front door open, I turned to see Felix come in, but he stopped short. His eyes traveling my body. I felt a blush creep up. Then he was striding towards me, a predatory look in his eyes. It sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine, especially from the tension last night. I considered meeting up with him when the front door opened once more.

He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. Because he loves this just as much as I do. Gray sets his drink down, his eyes still locked on me—like we're the only ones in the room, even though the bass is thumping and half the club is watching with barely disguised hunger. Let them. We're not the only ones fucking in here tonight, and it's not like we don't enjoy putting on a show. Another kink I didn't realize I had... until recently. Gray pulls a fistful of Diamond's hair and drags her off his cock with a wet pop. She gasps for air, her lips swollen, drool glistening on her chin and dripping down her chest.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

Spit dripped down my chin; tears pricked my eyes from the fullness at both ends. They moved in rhythm, Alex in when Elliot out, out when Alex in. Pleasure built relentlessly; my cock throbbed untouched, leaking onto the sheets. Moans vibrated around Elliot's length; Alex's hands gripped my hips, bruising. They sped up—slaps echoing, wet squelches, groans blending. Alex came first—hot flood deep inside, pulling out to smear the excess across my cheeks. Elliot followed in my mouth—pulses down my throat, some spilling over my lips. I swallowed greedily, body shaking.

I said, "Why don't you come back to my room and put it on my phone. I have an awful memory." "Alright," Grey nodded. He followed me into the room as I unlocked it, my key still oddly with me in my cover up, and tentatively made his way across the room. Milo strayed clear of his, ducking underneath the covers as soon as he came in, but Grey didn't seem to mind, claiming all the animals hated him - which was believable. "Here," I said, handing Grey my phone after unlocking it, allowing him to type his number in. My fourth contact, wow.

Fifty shades of grey was an example. Christian Grey’s love for Anna and the way it has developed to be something really strong. I wanted that. I wanted someone to look at me and not to be attracted to me because of a mate bond, but to be attracted to me because out of many other pearls in the bead, they wanted mine. I wanted someone to meet me in a library, and stare at me throughout the day, I wanted someone who was going to make me blush, ask me on a date, want to care about my favourite colours and my favorite books just because they cared that much about me.