Grayson Dolan Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

was on. "This is the first time when you're touching any guy right..?" He made me nervous again. "Daniyal...please..." I frowned and took off his shirt. As my gaze traveled to his bare body... My cheeks flushed from embarrassment. I swallowed the lumps formed in my throat. Daniel's POV

Declan Grayson hated hearsay, and they all knew it. “Is there no drug for your incompetence? Why the fu*k are you giving me speculations?” … To be continued…

Grayson and I had tango’d more than a time or two and ooh, honey until you’ve had a devil you haven’t had … it. If I was capable of getting hot and bothered, I certainly was, regardless of the audience we had or the fact that I was still feeling weak. He could take me anywhere, anytime. “Diana, we need to talk,” Quinn said, being a buzzkill. I rolled my eyes, exceptionally put out. “Excuse me if being tortured for what … a week, two weeks doesn’t make a girl want to live a little,” I said, as Grayson took my hand and licked it slowly. Ohh yes.

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?."

He was gazing down at me with his dark eyes still burning with lust through the strands of his dark hair, darkly, dangerously gorgeous. He just fucked me. My ovaries quivered in sweet agony. Adonis Ace Giles just fucked me so good, so bad. He moved to grab me again and reality suddenly slapped me in the face, piercing through the haze of dirty sex hanging around us. I stepped back. What have I done? “Leilani-”

“I want you raw. I want to feel you for days.” He pushed in slowly, deliberately, giving her time to adjust and still she gasped, her nails digging into the polished desk. He was thick, stretching her with every inch, and he didn’t stop until he was seated deep inside her, his chest pressing to her back, his hand reaching around to wrap firmly around her throat. “Fuck,” Dolan hissed against her ear. “You feel like sin.” Kaya moaned, her body tight and pulsing around him. “Then don’t ask for forgiveness.”

"Listen to that, it's hard to think it's you! The love of my life getting used by this bastard!" Cass slowly got back into my arms, and snaked her hand down my stomach again, seeming to accept that it was indeed hot. Just this alone made me realize how compatible we were, even in this dirty fantasy. Which was, in fact, no longer a fantasy. "You better believe it's me. Getting used like that, for Neil's pleasure only." Just hearing those noises, knowing it was Cass' sweet mouth wrapped around such a nasty man's big vile cock left so much more to the imagination. And the groans from them both? Neil and Cass both groaned in tact with continuous wet sounds.

I just moaned when his tongue moved in and out swifter, that made me try to catch my own breath. When my hole started to get wetter, Damon took out his tongue and now, it’s his lengthy shaft which he’s trying to put inside of me. He penetrated through me slowly, which made me feel it more. I could feel how my body’s slowly losing some air. And when the wholeness of his manhood is inside of me, Damon glared at me as he touches my mounds and grinning. “You’re so perfect, Gia…” he whispered then he began thrusting in and out of my cunt, as if he’s racing with something.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

And then I saw them. Daniel—my fiancé—was inside with no shame on his face, no hesitation in his movements, no guilt in his eyes. Bare skin, exposed and fearless, like he had nothing to hide. And Gia was there too, just as naked, just as bold. The sheets were twisted into a mess, the room heavy with heat and breath. The lamp cast a warm glow that made everything look unreal—like a nightmare lit in gold. For a moment, my mind refused to accept it. Like my eyes were betraying me. Like my brain was trying to save me by blurring the picture.