Grayson Dolan Fanfiction Dirty Novels & Stories

Kian lifts a brow, "My entire body is shaking, Mr Grayson. What do you think?" Grayson smiles and gets up. He looks at all the liquid splattered on the bed and their bodies. "I love it when you call me Mr Grayson," "Mmm, right? Mr Grayson," Kian smirks and puts his arms around his neck before he kisses him. "We need to clean this," Grayson points at their dirty bodies, "There's a tub waiting for us,"

Gabriel: Fuck. I can't get that image out of my head. Grayson in that little red dress. Her beautiful, long, tanned legs, her flat, toned stomach, basically everything about her sexy body... Fuck... I can't control the dirty thoughts I'm having. The desire, the urge, the craving...

I don't care right now. I'm shattered beneath Grayson's touch, and becoming a new person, a woman who isn't afraid of stepping out of her the shoes her brother forced her to wear and into her own. My eyes closed, and I imagined just how we look at this moment. Me bent over, his Grayson pounding into me from behind. One hand gripping the back of my neck, the other working his fingers into my ass. I've no doubt that I'll be covered in marks after this. "What's up, dirty girl?" He leans over me to whisper into my ear. "Need me to remind you of how fucking dirty you are so you can come?"

Only then did he say the sacred words. "I, Alexander Russell of Dark Orchids Pack, accept you, Danica Grayson as my woman and mate until nothing does us apart"

Dante snarled, yanking her small body against him like a shield, “and I break her fucking neck.” The puppy lunged at Dante’s leg without hesitation, sinking its teeth deep into his calf. Dante howled in pain and released Lily. She scrambled away fast, snatched the bloody letter opener from the floor, and drove it straight into Dante’s thigh with every ounce of strength in her small body. Dante dropped to one knee, screaming curses. Gianni fired twice, once in each of Dante’s shoulders. The shots were precise and brutal. Dante collapsed onto the blood-soaked sawdust, writhing and gasping.

I whispered, my voice shaky and broken while Loren kept grinding up into me slowly and deep, making wet squelching sounds every time he moved. “I’m so ashamed but I’m so fucking turned on right now.” Sandra smiled, a dirty, knowing smile, and dropped down onto her knees on the bathroom floor right in front of us. “That’s my filthy girl,” she purred, reaching out to wrap her fingers around the base of Loren’s cock where it disappeared into my stretched cunt, feeling how soaked we both were. “Now watch Mummy show you how to really please Daddy. Lift up off his cock for a second, baby, and come down here on the floor with me like a good little slut.”

A smile was playing on her lips. When he returned to the table, Daniel smiled bitterly. "Are you feeling better now? Do you want to punish me again?" She snorted in disgust. In fact, she was far from done yet. As long as she continued to think of him 'cheating' on her, her anger continued to spread like wildfire. "You better clean your room today. I swear, don't you even think about catching infectious diseases?" she snapped. She had always thought that he was a clean freak. It seemed, however, that sex was his exception.

"You make me so fucking angry, and I want to hurt you. I want to hear your sweet screams of pain and pleasure." I was sure my words made me sound like a lunatic, but I was far too gone to care. If she'd let me, I'd leave my handprint on her ass. I'd mark her perfect skin in a way that would be pleasurable to both of us. Besides, she still needs to be punished for always disrespecting me. "What," she breathed out, "what do you mean?" "How about I just show you, dolcezza?" I didn't expect her to answer positively, but fuck was I elated when she opened her naughty little mouth to say, "Show me."

He gripped Dylan by the neck and snarled, "Who gave you the nerve to touch my woman?" I didn't know whether he was too daunting or Dylan was too cowardly, but the latter peed himself in fright. "I-I've never touched Elisa, Mr. Gray!" In less than five minutes, he came clean about my asking him to help me lie to Neal back in the day. Neal looked at me when Dylan was done. I didn't know whether I was imagining things, but there seemed to be the slightest hint of a smile on his lips. He released Dylan, looking somewhat satisfied as he said, "Don't let me see you anymore, or I'll make you pay."

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.