Hayes Grier Dirty Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He let out a groan when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered as he guided my hips over his. The crown of his cock rubbed against my slick folds and a low moan left my lips. “Jake-” “You wanted this so bad, ride me, baby.” “What?” “Ride my cock, you heard me the first time,” his fingers tweaked my nipples hard. “I want your tits in my face as you use me. I’m all yours, Hayley.” His words were pure filth and ammunition to me as I slowly lowered myself over his cock. He stretched me wide with each torturous moment.

Gracie, my beloved mate, harboring secret desires while attempting to maintain an image of loyalty and devotion. A mischievous smile danced upon my lips as I spoke aloud to the empty air. "Gracie, my love, did you truly believe you could deceive me? Your eyes betrayed you, your body language whispered the truth. You underestimate the intelligence that lies beneath this Lycan king's facade."

Jenna said, ignorant to how absurd that statement sounded. Cassie held back a smile and started the voice recorder on her phone. "Okay. I need you to tell me what you can about Ryan." "Well, he's a dirtbag. I used him, back in the day, to start my club, and I've been trying to buy out his half, but he keeps turning me down. His wife is something else, and she has dibs on one of the balconies. She likes the ladies, one in particular, but that dancer recently quit, so who knows who she'll cling to next. It's always someone. She's a total nutball."

She was dressed in casual frilly off the shoulder top and tight jeans. She made it pretty obvious that she wanted nothing to do with him after last night, maybe if he tried to convince her, they could come to an agreement. Maybe they could work something out. Because staring at her brought back memories of last night. And Ryder was imagining the other things he could do to Holly. He imagined her body bent over her office table in the bakery and he whispering dirty things in her ears while he took her from behind. How would she feel about having sex in the bakery? He knew she was definitely going to object, but the thought of it already had him all hot and bothered.

“Fuck, you’re dripping, you dirty whore. You love this, don’t you? Being used like a cheap fuck toy.” Rosemary moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, sir. I love it. I’m your dirty little fuck toy.” Tails plunged two fingers inside her, fucking her hard and fast. “That’s right, take it like a good little slut. Milk my fingers with your greedy cunt.” Rosemary cried out, her muscles contracting around his fingers as she came hard, her juices coating his hand. Tails pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

They finished it without thinking about my presence in front of the door. "Cony!" cried Jane with her eyes closed. In fact, the woman still managed to smile proudly and rubbed Cony's face as if she was adoring her. Crazy things like this, I don't understand. Then, I saw Jane glance at me and smile wryly. "You even did it to the end," I said disgustingly. Cony then got up. I looked away as the man put on his pants before my eyes. Shamelessly, he walked over with the smell of his body after fucking Jane. They were sweating profusely, and it felt very disgusting to me.

"It's so fucking deep," Master Hayes lay next to me, his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit. He pressed his lips to mine, bit down softly on my lower lip, and made me moan. Heat rushed to my core, and I curled my toes. Bouncing one of my tits in one hand, Hayes took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked harshly on it.

Yeah right. I pushed up on one elbow, giving him my best sassy smirk, the one I knew drove him crazy. “A honeymoon? Really? You’re joking, right? Mr. I-clear-my-schedule-for-nothing wants to run off and play house somewhere? What, are you going to braid flowers in my hair and feed me berries by a river too?” Grayson’s eyebrow lifted, that dangerous little smirk of his appearing. His hand slid down to squeeze my ass hard, pulling me closer so his half-hard cock pressed against my thigh again. “You think I’m joking?”

Third Person POV She lay pinned beneath him, feeling every thrust, her hands digging into his shoulders, her head flung back, his body moving over hers. He gave a loud growl and came as she stiffened, his cock sliding out of her abruptly, leaving her feeling dissatisfied as she hadn’t even been able to find her own release. Not that he cared. He never did. It was one of the many things she despised about him. Marissa was fast growing to realize that not every mate treated their other half like a treasure, and Darius was one of them. He seemed to have a love-hate relationship with her, maybe because, as a Hunter it was ingrained within him to hate shifters.

“Harder, Dan!” Gia. "Faster... ughhh..." Gia moaned. "Gia... Giaa... babe, you're so tight..." the more I heard, the more I break. Cold rushed through me in an instant, as if ice water had been poured straight down my spine. For one foolish second, my mind tried to argue—No. That can’t be her. Gia was Daniel’s childhood friend. That was what he told me. Gia was “like a little sister.” Gia was “nothing to worry about.”