Grayson Hawthorne X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

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