Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Of Grey Free Online

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

The crowd chanted. Fuck… just how many times can these boys spurt a load? I thought they were done after the first one. In a matter of seconds, ropes flew in every direction. Blond’s thick milky blasts landed across my forehead, grazing dangerously close to my eyes. Ginger plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to seal tight around his straight shaft as he pumped surge after surge down my throat, the chunky salty taste mixing with the bitter coat Latino left earlier. Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble.

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.

Mira’s smile cracked. Grey’s eyes darkened as he looked straight at her. “Why the fuck did you try to hypnotise me into being your man?” Gasps ripped through the crowd. “What?” someone whispered. “No way.” “Did he just...?” Mira stiffened like she’d been struck. Grey jumped down from the table, standing directly in front of her now. “You thought it worked. Thought I was yours because you whispered sweet poison into my head." He laughed...a sharp, ugly sound. “But hypnosis doesn’t work on everyone.”

I giggle as goosebumps cover my skin. “Well, I never thought so. I think we are just starting.” Grey watches me with that insane intensity in his eyes as he rolls his tongue inside his mouth. “Should I rip your dress off, then, or would you rather remove it demurely?” I huff. “Fuck the elegance, Grey. Rip it right off.” Grey chuckles lightly before lifting me easily, setting me gently on the desk. In seconds, he tears the dress off my body, and I roll with my newfound freedom as I lean back, rest my hand on the edge of the desk behind me, and spread my legs apart for him to see the dripping mess between my thighs.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

"Show me how much you want this. I know you’ve been watching me too." I do not know what to do, my body is doing things my mind told it not to. “Yes, Amelia. Give in, let me watch you break." I lose track of where I'm, the cameras and the office do not matter. I feel pressure between my thighs. My head falls back and I start to shake. “Almost there, don’t hold back," he growls. Everything goes blurry, a wave of pleasure hits me. I cry out loud, my body shakes as I collapse back into the chair, feeling weak.

********************The Long Glass Stretch, was so intense and dirty but she didn’t care all mine at all all she always want is to have sex and getting fuck by different type of objects each and every time and that’s exactly what she is getting now in her pussy, trying out new big, wide, large and massive objects every time she gets***********************

With deliberate slowness, she opened her thighs wide, knees bent, giving me a clear, unobstructed view. Her pussy was smooth and glistening, lips slightly parted and visibly wet. The scent of her arousal mixed with the warm, trapped air of the elevator. She was soaked. We stared at each other, completely naked now in the confined red-lit space. The only sounds were our heavier breathing and the faint creak of the elevator cables. Sarah’s voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling with raw need. “I don’t want to play anymore.” She swallowed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“I plan on keeping you happy like this sweetheart. Seeing you this happy I can’t describe the feelings that go on inside me every time I see that smile on your face.” “Oh, how sweet of you.” “As it says in that ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ book we aim to please Miss. Blakemoore.” Wait, What? “You’ve read that book?” This just got interesting. “Not just read baby, I’ve watched the movies too, learned a thing or two from it too but I promise I won’t show you unless you are ready.” “How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.”