Hayes Grier Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

He mumbled with a smile on his face but beneath that smile was a lonely man who only wanted to be loved. “I'll just get dressed..” I mumbled and he nodded before moving away from me and walked outta the room giving me some privacy.. After apply lotion I went to his walk-in closet and was surprised to find my clothes meticulously arranged right next to his.. A smile made its way to my face as I took out a ripped baggy jeans, a black turtleneck and a black coat to hide the Hickeys on my neck.. Damian had intentionally left hickeys all over my body and this made me furious..

I wanted him right on the edge. Dante’s breathing grew harsher, ragged gasps breaking into low, filthy groans. “That’s it… just like that. Keep choking on Daddy’s cock. You love this, don’t you? Love being my dirty little road slut, sucking me off while the whole world rushes by outside the windows.”

My mouth went dry as I stared at his profile, my heart hammering in my chest, and my imagination running wild. I pictured him snapping those cuffs onto my wrists, the click echoing loudly, a sound that made my body shiver in anticipation. Then I imagined the crop dragging across my ass cheeks before bringing it down hard. The sting would spread immediately, making my skin red and tender, and I’d push back involuntarily, craving more and craving the pain that came with his dominance

Hayes in the eye. Mr. Hayes winked at her, and then slid inside of Jenna. Jenna was instantly moaning, practically screaming, as Mr. Hayes pounded her pussy. Tracy kept her hands on Jenna, and Mr. Hayes pushed Jenna's legs so that her knees touched her belly, eyes locked with Tracy the whole time. Jenna leaned back, her moans turning into frantic cries of pleasure. Her hand went to her clit, and she began to rub it.

“That tracks with the control and overwhelm you describe in your own experiences. The fantasy of being the one orchestrating it—or being the center of it.” “Yeah,” I breathed. “Sometimes I imagine myself in the middle… sometimes I imagine directing it all. Telling them exactly how to touch, how hard, when to stop. I touch myself to it almost every time. I come hardest when the person being fucked is crying and thanking them for it.” His eyes held mine. “That’s honest. Thank you.” I nodded, pulse racing. And then—stupidly, thoughtlessly—the name slipped out. “I picture him in those scenes sometimes. Kia. Pretty little Kia, on his knees between them, looking up at me while they take turns…”

He kept on pacing around, looking for ideas to solve the current situation on ground. "Arghhh" he screamed out and punched the wall hard in frustration as he couldn't come up with an idea. His fingers raked through his hair agitatedly. The only thing that could calm him down right now is rough sex, a sex where he would be able to pour all his anger and frustration into and he didn't even need to search for whom he would do that with as he already has one at home, his new sex doll, Gemma.

She’s a sweaty mess when another orgasm makes her whimper Daddy’s name. I stand and tug my sweatpants down and pull my shirt over my head. I’ve never seen something so beautiful. Her chest rises and falls erratically, her lips part as she tries to catch her breath. I take a hold of each thigh and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Now, you’re ready for me.” “It’s so big and hard, Daddy.” “Don’t worry, I have a feeling it’ll slide right in. This pussy was made for my cock, baby girl.”

I closed my eyes and imagined her in this room, my hand running through her body, maybe sucking her breast as she looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. I could see her back arching, hear the low, breathy moans she might make as I pushed deeper, claiming her. The thought alone was enough to make my hips buck involuntarily. “Fuck.” My grip tightened around my dick, my pace quickening as the image of her face flashed in my mind. With a low growl, I came hard, my cum spilling over my fist as my body shuddered. For a moment, I just sat there, breathing heavily.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together. “Omg you will never believe what happened, so you know the Cohen gang in America, well guess what. The leader, Jared Cohen’s daughter ran away right after her marriage to the heir of the Hawthorn family was announced. It was the quite a scandal, most people are still talking about it. The Cohen’s are searching for her to save their reputation and pride, while the Hawthorns are enraged. They say she’s coming to Italy, but tha