Hayes Grier Dirty Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena raised an eyebrow, daring him. Damien cleared his throat and started reading in that deep, controlled voice. “‘His hands pinned her wrists above her head, body pressing her into the sheets. “You’ve fought me at every turn,” he growled. “But you’re mine now.”’” A few chuckles rippled. Elena’s face heated. The scene was too close—power, resistance, that razor edge of hate and want. Damien’s gaze lifted and locked on hers mid-paragraph. His voice roughened slightly on the next lines, describing the kiss, the surrender, the heat.

All I can think about is you under my desk, on your knees, that beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock while I try to maintain composure. The image was so vivid, so visceral. She could practically feel it, the carpet under her knees, the weight of him in her mouth, the thrill of the forbidden. She glanced up and found Grayson looking at his phone, a slight smile playing at his lips. Probably texting someone. A girlfriend maybe? Though the office gossip said he'd been single since Morgan. Honey looked back down at her phone and typed: Red: That's a very specific fantasy, Sir. Have you done that before?

At the center was the very Alpha of the Crescents Moon Pack, Heartfield Hayes. The other two were fast to walk straight up to the throne, but Alpha Hayes himself walked slowly, looking both to his right and his left at his people who stood. He almost sized them up, but it was a smile, satisfactory to the people. He was so handsome, with a lovely jawline, but his obnoxious character and his words made him ugly to her at that moment, even with his dark red eyes and hair of the same colour, showing a signature of great strength amongst all the officials Alicia had seen so far in the Crescent pack.

**Hayes’ POV** I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for a conversation with Finnian Thorne. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—Leylie, her skin flushed, her lips parted, her body moving against mine like she couldn’t get close enough. I hated that I still yearned for her. I couldn’t stop wanting her. My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down, and the name on the screen sent a sharp jolt through my chest.

He fucks me with zero hesitation because they’ve already broken me in, and there’s nothing careful about round two. “Sloppy fucking cunt,” Hayes grunts, pounding me into the table. “Full of everyone’s cum and still gripping me. This pussy is insane.” Griff appears at my head. Feeds his cock into my mouth. I'm being spit-roasted on the pool table. Hayes in my pussy, Griff in my throat, my body rocking between them. They rotate. Griff pulls out of my mouth, and Tate replaces him. Hayes pulls out, and Jenson slams in.

His gaze was locked on mine as he positioned himself at my entrance ,I began to trash violently against him "Hayden don't do this... W.. What happened to your m.. mom and...." I didn't get enough time to prepare myself when he rammed into me with such brute force, ,burying himself balls deep inside me in one hard thrust. A scream escaped my mouth at the tearing pain, I convulsed around him, clawing at his back in an attempt to break free, it felt like he was ripping me apart . His gaze was merciless as he stared into my tearful ones, he caught one with his fingers and brought them to his lips, he closed his eyes like he was in some sort of sadistic pleasure .

Winter swiftly comes to an end as the Seer had predicted. Grayson and I have completed most of our preparations to leave, without any bickering at all. He lies behind me, stroking my stomach while his face is pressed into my hair. I sigh, heavenly contented until his malicious fingers move lower and stil lower before disppearing beneath my dress and I grip his hand, turning to look at him. "I'm the one with the crazy hormones, yet you're more horny than I am"

“If Hayley shouldn’t be here, then how is she Phoebe’s roommate? I muttered. “What’s her goal? My mind raced, trying to put the pieces of information together. More importantly, “Why did Mr. Gream Reaper want her?” Speaking of the devil, Hayley appeared with Phoebe, her gaze cold as usual. It was then I realized I couldn’t sense her aura, sending a shiver down my spine. It was as if she had masked it. Turning to Phoebe, she avoided my gaze, lowering her head. Walking past her, she held my arm, yanking me back. “Please, I’m sorry,” her voice barely audible. “I have no idea why you’re apologizing,” I replied, my voice sharp and cold. “If you really like him, then go for it. Just please, leave

She keeps hitting her sack, no problem. — Hayes is a guy who likes to have everything under control and when he is not, he looks for a way to get away with it. He has done it with you — he takes off his gloves biting her waist and pulling her. She looks at me smiling, a smile full of evil and not with bad intentions, just that she is that dark. Do you know the best of all this? That when he's mad he wants to have sex with me, and you made him mad this morning. I like you, girl - she begins to walk away. - I'm not a girl.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.