Fifty Shades Of Grey Series の小説・ストーリー

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights of Manhattan. I stood in the center of the room, my hands trembling as I held the stolen flash drive. “I know you’re there,” I whispered into the shadows. A low, dark chuckle came from the corner of the room. Julian Vane stepped into the light. He was dressed in a black suit, his tie loosened, and his eyes cold and predatory. He didn’t look like a CEO; he looked like a shark that had finally caught its prey.

I swore I would handle my problems on my own, no matter how difficult it got. So now, hearing from Zina that I was his next of kin—after everything—made no sense. “I don’t understand. Why would Grey make me his next of kin?” “He was working on some huge software projects. He told me about the first stage, where out of a hundred people, over twenty were selected. But it wasn’t until recently that I learned from D’Angelo that Grey’s project had been picked. That’s where the $5 million comes from.” Five million dollars.

She was cooperative in everything, which turned me on all the more. I started up the film and after a few minutes started stroking her thighs, in time working my way to stroking around her vagina. She was watching the woman on the screen first being sexually serviced by numerous white women and then being laid down for more cunnilingus by them, when a door opened and the black actor appeared. The music changed to a kind of hypnotic beat as he moved and swayed to it, he being topless and wearing short trousers with a big hole cut in them for his penis and testicles to be exposed. They swayed as he moved and I could see Alexis observing every detail.

There was silence as everyone watched Mrs. Grace as she glanced through the document President Blossom had submitted to her. Lindsey's heart was beating ten times faster than usual and she just felt like collapsing. She stared at Mrs Grace for a while before shifting her gaze to the two subordinate judges seated close to Mrs. Grace side by side waiting for an order from their boss, before she shifted her gaze to President Blossom who had her gaze on Mrs. Grace as if trying to read her mind. Lindsey sighed closing her sweaty palm as her eyes landed on Reporter Sharon who had her eyes on her and a smirk plastered on her face. "I'm doomed," Lindsey muttered. thank goodness she was seating if no

My heart did a violent, sudden stutter at her words. Bleeding out? How the fuck is that my problem? “Grey Carrington found out about everything,” Anya continued, her eyes drilling into mine through my blurry vision. “The leaked footage, the contract, your little stunt. He’s using it as an excuse to completely break him. Liam just came from there. He said Grey is literally torturing him.” I clamped my jaw shut, my knuckles turning white as I squeezed my fists behind my back. The chains bit deeply into my wrists, but I forced my face to stay completely blank.

Mike fucks me even harder, using Tyler’s load as extra slick lube, Scott uses my mouth roughly the entire time. Mike growls and explodes inside me too, adding his massive load. I feel overflowing, used, and filthy in the best possible way. Scott flips me onto all fours one last time, he drives into my creamy, leaking pussy from behind, fucking me through the messy mix. He slaps my ass red while Tyler and Mike watch, stroking themselves hard again. “Come on, Jenny. Give us one more,” Scott growls, reaching around to rub my swollen, sensitive clit. My fifth orgasm shatters me completely, I scream, my body convulsing hard as my pussy milks Scott’s cock. He pulls out at the last second and paint

A cold voice called out, and the entire thing went numb at once. “Shit, shit,” Jasper cursed, stumbling as he adjusted his cock in his slacks before buttoning down my gown as well. “Jasper?” The voice came again. Mr. Grey walked through the doors, his grey-trimmed beard on his perfectly fit body, dressed in a two-piece tailored suit that clung to his frame. I couldn’t help but admire him—maybe I’d pictured him once or twice fucking me, pinning me down and rutting insanely into me.

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

With trembling hands, I placed my glass down and replaced it with white paper, written in black. “This is truly 50 shades.” That was meant for me, but he heard it since he seemed to have the senses of an animal. I don’t know, a wolf maybe? If someone would tell me he was a werewolf, I would agree in an instant. “Except this is real, and Christian Grey is a fantasy.” He noted down, and I wanted to pinch myself to feel if it was really the way he said it, or if I was kind of trapped in some crazy world of rich billionaire, little naïve girl, the duo fall in love and run into the sunset together.

*** The next afternoon, Porishma took a cab from the NY airport and directly went to meet Davish She arrived at the magnificent place. 'The GREY' was written on the board in bold letters in black Colour. Her eyes shined to see the large building but everything was in gray and black color that made her sense back to her reasons why she was there. She would have been awed if it was some other occasion but right now she was only seeing red. After going through the necessary security details. She was led to the lobby to wait for the monster. He was currently in a meeting with the business associates. ~• Inside the Company:-