Grayson Dolan Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

“Is this a joke? Let me go, Grayson. I’m sure there’s a more interested she-wolf out there.” “Who gives a damn about those she-wolves? I want you and I have for a long time now. Do you know how many times I’ve watched you shower? Or the number of times I’ve fantasized of making you my cum slut?” What the hell? My face screwed up in disgust and I successfully pulled my hand away from his grip. In his eyes were a radiating hunger that scared me. I shot up from my sitting position and against the cries from the muscles, I made a bee line for the door. However, Grayson was faster and banged the door shut, locking it up immediately. My heart picked up it’s pace then.

And now this. Molly’s eyes narrowed, voice cracking with venom. “You’re a pathetic slut, you know that? Three guys, Grace? At once? What the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t blink. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I wanted them. They wanted me. That’s it.” She scoffed, almost laughed. “You think that makes you powerful? That just makes you disgusting.” I tilted my head, watching her unravel. “You can call it whatever you want, Molly. But I’m not the one who snuck into someone’s room to sabotage their life because I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.”

I feel a stab in my heart as he circles her and then pulls her into his lap. Huh, so she must have moved on fast. Grayson always switches girls as he claims he wants to have as much fun as possible until he finds his mate. I bet he'll regret it. "Tristian?" Dahlia's voice brings me out of my thoughts and I look at her. She's in my favorite little black dress and her hair is pulled out of her pretty face. I pull her close and kiss her deeply making him purr against my lips. "I'm fine. Why don't we drink and enjoy ourselves huh?" I get some whiskey and gulp it down.

Grayson lay back against the pillows, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on her with an intensity that made her entire body flush with heat and his slick, throbbing cock standing straight up. Shayla straddled him, gripped his base firmly, and sank down slowly so she took him inch by torturous inch. His head slammed back against the headboard. “Fuuuuck Ayla…so hot…so fucking hot” She rolled her hips to grind deep and then began riding him hard. Her breasts bounced with every movement while her nails raked down his chest. Grayson gripped her ass and helped her slam down onto him. She leaned forward to change the angle so her clit ground against his pelvis with every roll. Grayson captured her

Grayson notices his lusty behaviour and smiles triumphally before he wets one finger and carefully pushes it inside Kian. "Ah..." Kian gasps and grabs onto the sheets as he moves his ass around his finger. "You want more..." Grayson smiles and pushes two other fingers inside, making Kian bite his lower lip hard. "Stop messing around and put the real thing," he moans. Grayson starts laughing and leans down to kiss his back. "Your wishes are my command, sir," he mumbles before he takes off his boxers. Kian lets out a sigh of satisfaction when he feels Grayson's hardness inside him. He grabs onto the pillow and closes his eyes, fully enjoying it. Grayson breaths against the back of his neck and

My grip tightened, stroking us together, slow at first, then faster, the friction making my head spin. “Shit, Carter,” Dorian groaned, head tipping back, throat bared for my teeth to sink right into. “You’re gonna fucking kill me. Look at you....jerking us off like a goddamn pro. You've been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Both of our cocks in your hand and your finger buried in my ass?” His voice was pure gravel, dripping with filth, and every word sent a jolt straight to my dick. I moaned, loudly and shamelessly, my hand pumping faster, water splashing around us while I continued to rub his taint with my other finger. His dirty talk was unraveling me, stripping me bare, and I couldn’t ge

Grayson followed, his spunk dripping down my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rode out the last of his climax. I collapsed onto the carpet, my body trembling, my mind a haze of pleasure and shame. Hale’s voice cut through the fog, cold and final. “Clean yourself up.” Grayson zipped up his pants, his smirk cruel. “Until next time, darling. You’ve been very good.”

FALLON I surprise myself with how easily I can lie to my friends when they ask why I left war games. I guess that’s how it has to be now, though. If I want to keep whatever this is going with Gray, I’ve gotta keep it quiet. And I do want to keep it going- the man’s built like a Greek god and the orgasm he delivered was like glimpsing heaven. I know I should be thinking about training, but all I can think about is how I want him to touch me again… and again, and again.

They were both fantastic in bed in different ways. Grayson was more of the carnal, pure physical sex God. He wasn’t one much for sweet nothings or telling a girl how beautiful she was as they made love. Well fucking was more his style than making love. With him, it been more of the rough, pulse pounding and bodies pounding together type of fucking. Animalistic and dirty. Which had suited Amber just fine and made her cum hard over and over again.

h flicks his hardened manhoood, allowing it dangle upwards and downwards "Hell no Dolan,that's excessive,never am I sucking that,blow job seems gross and disgusting" I cringe, darkening his once smiling expression. Yeah,we agreed sex but a blow job?,that's gross. Impossible fantasizing his manhood deep throat within my mouth. Freaking gross. "Your reputation and image seems less important to you princess. Obvious you're prepared enduring your dad's wrath after leaking the video before his very eyes" he threatens. "What are you doing?" I question while he dails a number on his phone.