Grayson Dolan Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

When she puts her finger in her mouth, I growl as lust fills me. "Fuck Jasmine your going to kill us baby",Grayson say pumping his cock as he watches her. She kneels in front of me and licks my shaft up to my leaking tip. I moan as my cock tingles. She moans at the taste, and I growl again. "Grayson fuck her from behind brother. Doggy style feels so good with her, "I grit out as she deeps throats me. When he sinks in her, she moans. It makes me moan loudly with her.

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

The protectiveness from the both of us overwhelmed me. "I can't wait until our pup comes out and then we can make another one," he teased softly, a hint of playfulness and lust lying in his tone. I felt my cheeks redden, hard. The dirty thoughts resurfacing in my mind and I forced myself to not think about them. But, Grayson was making it terrible for me as his hands started to trail down to my legs. "Gray stop," I murmured slightly in a short breath as his hands drew smaller circles near my nether regions.

All I can think about is you under my desk, on your knees, that beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock while I try to maintain composure. The image was so vivid, so visceral. She could practically feel it, the carpet under her knees, the weight of him in her mouth, the thrill of the forbidden. She glanced up and found Grayson looking at his phone, a slight smile playing at his lips. Probably texting someone. A girlfriend maybe? Though the office gossip said he'd been single since Morgan. Honey looked back down at her phone and typed: Red: That's a very specific fantasy, Sir. Have you done that before?

He doesn’t push me away right away, doesn’t look surprised, just looks at me, up close, too close, with that calm that gets under my skin more than any punch. “Does it bother you that much?” he murmurs. “Everything about you bothers me,” I snap, “that attitude, that face like nothing matters, like you didn’t just destroy someone.” I tighten my grip. “You know what I think?” I add. “That all of this is a front, that whole perfect player act is just a show.” His eyes shift, just slightly. “Maybe,” I continue, lowering my voice, “girls aren’t enough for you.” The silence turns thick.

Grayson’s eyes darkened, clearly enjoying how easily he could unravel me. “Keep talking, baby,” he murmured, leaning in closer. His hand slid back between my thighs under the shirt, fingers teasing my slick folds again. “That sass makes me so fucking hard. Look at you — all pink and wet for me. Bet I could make you blush even harder if I bent you over this table right now and ate that sweet pussy until you’re screaming.” His fingers pushed inside me slowly, two thick digits stretching me while his thumb circled my clit. I gasped, hips rocking against his hand before I could stop myself. The pleasure hit sharp and needy, mixing with the food and wine still on my tongue.

Grayson sighed and reminded me of what Fiana said before taking Amelia. "If she feeds on blood she will be returned. We both already know she does so presumably she will be returning," he mumbled and I grinned slightly as I clambered around him to exit the tub. The water was splashing onto his floor and I frowned seeing the mess we had made. Grayson's eyes looked at the floor and he chuckled. "Do not fret, Luna, I will clean it up when I finish," he growled and laid his head back, closing his eyes. I leaned over and kissed him lightly. He smiled brilliantly.

His teeth gritted as Gray continued to tour about voicing taunting words. "Then you must be a fool for buying that same slum for 30 million dolls." He growled while Gray paused by the dining with a scoff. "I can do anything to make one's life miserable,Daniel." Gray responded with a sinister smile. "And you just happen to be the man that gives me that joy." His harsh glare remained on Gray. Knowing Gray for who he his,he could do and undo. "Zoey and I are no longer together. She's all yours now Gray. So why are you here?."

After Grey and I made out, Dylan took my lips hard, I felt like he was trying to show me that I belonged to him. “I’m still mad at both of you,” I moaned as Gray was sucking on my nipples and Dylan was thrusting into my pussy again. “Baby, just let us make you feel good.” Dylan said huskily. I felt him pick up the pace again and I couldn’t speak anymore. All I could do was moan loudly. Dylan filled me with his cum all night long with Gray occasionally jumping in. By the time morning hit, I was a mess. I was laying in Dylan’s bed exhausted, and he cuddled up behind me and was kissing on my shoulder. I wasn’t sure where Gray went.