Novel & Cerita Fifty Shades Of Grey Series

Jax stood over the three exhausted, cum-soaked girls with a cruel, hungry grin. Emma, Mia, and Zoe were still on their backs on the living room floor, legs spread wide, pussies gaping and continuously leaking thick white globs of his cum onto the carpet. Their bodies were shiny with sweat, faces flushed, tits heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

I got up and went to the bathroom, turned on the shower again and stripped off my clothes and stepped under the cold spray and tried to wash away the lingering traces of the dream and the ache of wanting something I couldn't have. But as the water pounded down on me all I could think about was her face when I'd told her I liked her in the dream and the way she'd kissed me back like I was air and she was drowning. The feel of her skin under my hands and the sounds she'd made when I'd touched her. I was so completely and utterly fucked and I didn't know how to unfuck myself because Dreyven Grey had finally fallen. And he'd fallen for the one girl he was supposed to destroy and there was no goi

Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?”

Zanvil was standing in the living room waiting for his wife to come down. It was almost 7 pm. They were going to the party his business associate Mr. Wayne held. Then he heard the clicking sound of heels. He turned around and his breath hitched. There was standing his breathtakingly beautiful wife looking all gorgeous in her black deep V neck dress that hung loosely from her waist with red 2 inch high heels.

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh

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.

Girls twisted hard on the poles with their thongs soaked through, boobs bouncing wild, hips grinding rough against the shiny metal like they were fucking it. Rich dudes sat legs spread wide, fancy watches flashing on their wrists. Their cocks were rock-hard, bulging and straining against those expensive pants, looking ready to rip the zipper open any second. Emma pressed her lips right to my ear, breath hot. “Vicky’s at the bar.” Vicky Gavin looked like a straight danger wrapped in high heels. Platinum blonde hair, ice-blue eyes that could freeze you mid-step, black blazer hanging open like she didn’t give a fuck.

"No! You keep them their sweetheart! I'm trying to say no, I need to leave, but I am so caught up with touching and looking at his fine-toned stomach and going down his blue jean pants. This reminds me that move I watch the other night on my laptop 50 shades of Grey I believe that what it called. I feel like it's the scene when Ann and Christian are in the dining room and grabs her. I feel like his going to grab me. I started feeling hot in my face. I know he can see my cheeks. I moved back in a little bit, his right on top of my body. "He backed off, thank God." I must say it out loud.