Grayson Dolan Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

"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.

“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

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