Hayes Grier Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

I'd escaped upstairs to get away from my aunt's interrogation about my love life when I passed the guest room door and heard it. My name. Breathy. Desperate. Piper. Fuck. Piper. The door was cranked open just enough. I should have kept walking. Should have gone to my room and pretended I'd heard nothing. I stopped. I looked. Uncle Gray was on the edge of the bed, pants around his ankles, his fist wrapped around the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Thick and veiny and flushed almost purple at the tip, leaking pre-cum that dripped down his knuckles as he stroked himself hard and fast, the fat head flaring every time his hand slid over it.

She stumbled down, and her knees scraped against the gravel. She struggled to stand up, but one of the men held her down. "Let's see where you can go now." He smiled lewdly. The three men quickly stepped forward to hold her down. They cackled like a bunch of hyenas about to get some fresh meat. "Come on!" they yelled at their leader. They couldn't wait to get a taste of this.

I have never been so turned on. Hoarse groans are pressed against my skin as I ride him like I’m being paid to do so, grinding my backside down on him, moving my hips in circles and rotating them. His hands tighten around my hips and waist as he gives an involuntary jerk, slamming balls deep inside my tight pussy. Perhaps I’m enjoying myself way too fucking much because why else am I not trying to be subtle about what we’re doing anymore? Why are my eyes hooding and my lips parting as I snap my hips on this sexy stranger while sgtaring at his friend like I want him to be doing the same to me too?

Grace’s POV “Go back to the backwater you came from,” the guy barked, loud enough to echo. My eyes found the voice immediately. It was Noah Hudson. Even from where I stood, he was impossible to miss. He was brown-skinned. Muscular. Built like he could go straight through concrete if he had to. His skin gleamed with sweat under the lights, and both arms were covered in detailed black and gray tattoos that ran from shoulder to wrist. More ink crept from under his jersey across his chest and neck. His dreads were tied back in a loose band, a few strands falling over his forehead as he moved. His brown eyes were sharp and unreadable, but they had a darkness behind them.

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

Drake’s cock than anyone anticipated. 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.”

he mutters and I ignore him. No need for me to kneel, just lean down a bit. The tip is pink and throbs in my hand. Precum fills my hands and I connect my eyes with his before licking him off. He tilts his head to the side as if he wanted to crack his neck and a gritted smile spreads across his mouth. He gives me the sexiest and most morbid image of him. Ryder Hayes may be dying but he never stops looking good. And know well. The liquid from it in my mouth is between salty and much richer than the duck I ate nothing.

It didn’t work. The second he let his eyes close again, the image returned sharper than before. Elise on her knees. Elise bent over. Elise’s full tits spilling out of that shirt while he sucked on them. A low, frustrated sound left his throat. He shoved a hand under the waistband of his boxers and gripped himself. He was already leaking.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NUDITY AND SEXUAL SCENES. IT IS 18+ RATED. Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, glittering from the sweat that covered their bodies. Even though the air conditioner was working, the feeling of ecstasy running through their bodies produced alot of sweat.