Hayes Grier Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He knew my body so well and each touched felt like it was designed to unravel my body and my sanity. He corrupted my body and my mind with desire, and I loved it. My hips thrusted shamelessly against his fingers as my pussy squeeze greedily around the thickness of his fingers. His thrust increased in speed, ramming his fingertips against my g-spot. My mind started to go blank, and I knew that I was very close to cumming. “Hay…den…I…Ahhhh!” I moaned his name before I screamed loudly. “Just cum…I’ll make you cum again from my cock later…” Hayden told me confidently.

The fact that he will never learn to love her hurts the most. "Do you wanna know how I feel right now? I, I wanna end myself. I feel like I'm in a bottomless abyss, I can't hear anything except the sound in my head. I can't feel anything but pain; I can't even explain it. I can't see anything but darkness. Everything is making me insane. I am insane, no... I may not be, or I might be. I done anymore. I just want it all to end. But why is it so hard to get her?" Dreygur muttered and seems to be losing his sane. He sniffled between words.

I asked. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know”, He whispered, his face going dark and intense. I swallowed. I was scared of whatever was about to come out of his mouth. Suddenly, I didn’t want to hear his response. “I want you, Grace” My breath hitches. “Don’t be silly. My mother just got married to your father” “This doesn’t change anything” Hayden said. He pushed my hair behind my ears. His eyes went soft. “It doesn’t change the fact that I know your panties are soaked”

Hayes was the first to emerge from his stupor, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips, making my skin crawl with unease. "We share a mate, brother," he said, his rough voice oozing contempt as he stalked toward me. Every step of his was swift and graceful yet heavy with menace. Zylon remained rooted in place, his piercing blue eyes, usually so cold and sad, locked onto me. I could have sworn there was a flicker of sadness in them, a haunting contrast to his brother's disdainful expressions. Without warning, Hayes connected his grip on my shoulder, his nails digging painfully into my skin, and shoved me against the cold, unyielding wall.

My cock twitched again in my tight jeans, still half-hard and leaking from being so close to him. I looked away, swallowing the lump in my throat. “What I want, you can’t give me. I’ve been rejected and that’s fine.” Alaric stared at me for a long moment. I could feel his eyes moving over my body, like he was fighting the urge to grab me and drag me somewhere private. The heat between us was still there, thick and heavy. My hole clenched as dirty memories from our chats flooded my mind, from him promising to choke me and then own me.

Mr. Grier wasn’t done just yet with Cady. He helped her put her leg up on the desk, crooked like she was trying to climb on it, giving him a clear view of her tiny puckered ass. He spit on his semi hard cock and rubbed it in as he spread her ass cheeks and licked the tiny hole causing her to hold nothing back. “Oh, you’re such a dirty boy, Mr. Grier!” She moaned loudly. “Oh baby, rim that ass. Yeah you know how I like it don’t you, Mr. Grier.”

“I guess it’s true, then! How capable of you to be greedy for someone else whilst in bed with another, Kris! It’s not all bad, though—Young Master Fuller can finally put his back-up plan to good use now,” Hayden sneered as he laughed wickedly. Along with that, the look in his eyes became audacious and belittling as he stared at Hayden. “Are you sure you want to be with a woman as filthy as her?! Isn’t it disgusting to you?”

A letter H on my skin. “I know you are soaking wet, my sweet Princess slut.” Hayden closed the marker, pulling me closer to him by looping his fingers on my thong. I whimpered, the feel of his pants rubbing against my clit, giving me the friction I needed, making me cream more. “But I don’t care. Do you know why?” I shook my head, clenching and unclenching, when his glittering blue eyes gazed at my body as if I was a painting that he had created.

Hayle thought with irritation, trying to contain herself as she clenched her fists in front of her face. As Hayle tried to vent her frustration at him, Jaxter suddenly looked at her, causing Hayle to fall silent and cover her demeanor. His gaze seemed to scrutinize her, as if he knew she had just cursed him in her mind. She grinned broadly, making Jaxter furrow his brow deeply, looking somewhat disgusted, then refocused on his laptop.

Heat presses into me like a living thing, his low groan vibrating through my bones. I grip his hair, hips arching toward him, and my back lifts off the bed as waves of pleasure race through me, helpless to the way he devours me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing on the menu. “Tastes even better than I imagined,” he mutters against me, voice slick with sin. “You still want that fantasy, Hayley? You still want the boy you used to dream about to wreck you?” “Yes,” I pant, fingers tightening in his hair. “God, yes.”