Grace Fulton Sexy Novels & Stories

The only safe space was by their side- "Ladies," Grace showed up looking stunning. I was dumbstruck by her red dress with a thigh-high slit and a corset that pushed up her boobs. She looked way more prepared than I did. "Did you come here to seduce these old geezers?" Nat wondered with her jaw slightly open. "What do you mean? Do you not see those ripped muscles and smell those abs? I do," Grace grinned and they giggled. I didn't. I tried not to act funny but I was already thinking strangely.

There was no excessive admiration, unlike what was often seen from other women. Miss Grace must be an extraordinary woman if she could make Sebastian, Mrs. Herlinda, and even Nora Lim fall in love with her. There wouldn't be an engagement arrangement if it wasn't for their characters, backgrounds, and future financial gains. Grace was a captivating girl. She had a beautiful face and a slightly plump yet still sexy body. No man could resist her extraordinary sex appeal. No wonder John Luck became infatuated with her. Unfortunately, she was involved with the notorious ladies' man John Luck who was known for his reckless behavior throughout the country.

Grace seethed, seeing this as a direct challenge to her plans and a threat to the luxurious life she envisioned. "Frederick, how dare you strike someone?" Just then, Scarlett returned from sending Tyger and Jacob to the room. Spotting Grace and Priscilla, she sashayed over and draped herself possessively onto Frederick's arm. "Darling, didn't I warn you not to flirt with other women? Some shameless creatures think their looks alone can snag a rich, powerful man Grace's face flushed crimson. "Who are you calling shameless?" Scarlett's giggle was as sharp as a knife. "The one who feels compelled to respond is indeed the shameless one."

She could feel the warning flutterings of Catherine's building orgasm and knew that if she moved too deep too fast, the woman would shatter into the pleasure she was fighting. Grace heard a single desperate "please..." come from Catherine. She needed no further encouragement to press deep into her. There was a brief resistance at the widest part of her knuckles, but the lube, combined with Catherine's own wetness, did the job. She was up to her wrist in pussy and before Catherine had a chance to speak, Grace started fist-fucking Catherine as she finished the prayer with a commanding, "NOW and at the hour of your little death!" The room rang with Catherine's sharp scream of pleasure, a sacril

Grace says softly, grinning as she sets a gift bag between us on the sofa. For a moment I can’t move. Her smile lights her face, lights the whole room, and it’s so achingly beautiful, I want to bask in every second of it. “You didn’t have to do that.” Frowning, Grace waves a hand at me, dismissing the sentiment. “Just open it.” Unconsciously, she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth in eager anticipation. The effect on me is instantaneous and powerful, heaping a fierce sexual desire onto the romantic infatuation I’ve been secretly nursing since I moved in. Images flash into my head, crashing about and against each other.

"Calm. If it's almost evening, I won't be far from there. Basically, I'll try." Grace has a beautiful face, much like Maudy Ayunda. Her body is neither slender nor overweight, you could say quite plump. Due to her position as an office secretary who was used to speaking in front of many people, Grace had a firm voice that was pleasing to the ear, much like the voice of a bank teller or radio announcer.

She was flushed and slick and trembling her cunt swollen, her thighs streaked with my seed, her nipples pebbled and red from rubbing against the velvet. I leaned over her slowly as I let her see the hunger in my eyes. The ruin I’d make of her soul next. “We’re not done, Grace, Mass is only halfway over.” I whispered against her ear. She looked like a relic. A freaking goddess! And I was ready to serve… She is laid out across the altar, her wrists bound above her head with my cassock belt, her thighs parted wide, slick with my cum, her chest rising in shallow, spent little breaths.

She made to slam the door shut, but Grace's hand on the door caught it. "You know," she began, her smirk all too smug, "It wouldn't kill you to be polite." "What did you just say to me, bitch?" "Call me that one more time and I will punch your ass all the way to Alabama. You would wear my knuckles better than all that make up, anyway," Grace shot right back, her tone unapologetically menacing. "You're really looking to be fired, aren't you, you old witch?" Grace threw her head back and let out a short cackle. "Better old than a cheap slut." Shoving the bag into Valentina's stomach, she smiled at the oof sound she made and said,

Michael ends the call. “Mommy, next six months please,”Grace said. “Sure,”Helen replied. “I need to sleep now”Grace climbs her bed. “Ok, get good sleep. My mind is at rest now. Will invest my energy to get back the money in six months,”Helen said. She put off the light in Grace’s room and left. Grace turned her back to the door to have a flashback of the intimacy she has with Michael. It was the best she has had since she started having sex. “He is such a lion in bed. He dominates me with strong muscles,”Grace bit her lower lips.

She's a good example of someone who let their fame blind them. "Katherine, nice to see you." I politely greeted as she giggled up at me. Katherine Moore is her name; She was a pretty woman, tall with brown hair cut in a pixie haircut, and a lighter shade of brown eyes. We've acted together in a movie once a few years ago, and she's been working her hardest to seduce me since then but knowing that it was for my fame and influence and nothing else, I didn't let myself get any closer to her, keeping our relationship strictly professional.