Hayes Grier Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

They were so different, and while he tried to accept Vivian for who she was, sometimes it was too difficult. Most nights, while they made love, he would close his eyes and imagine she was Holly. It never helped. Vivian would hate him if she knew this was what it took sometimes to enjoy their lovemaking and he tried to appreciate her effort but it was difficult. He saw lights beam on him when he got super close and he knew he had stepped on the alarms that had been planted around the gates. It only rang within however, anyone who wasn’t within the gates would hear nothing.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

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.

The constant, brutal friction of the bumpy road pushed me right over the absolute edge. ​I bit down hard on the sleeve of my hoodie to silence my own scream. My inner walls spasmed violently, clenching down around his heavy c**k as a massive, exhausting climax ripped straight through my core. I shuddered uncontrollably against him, completely ruined. ​Vance let out a sharp, ragged exhale against my ear. I felt the hot, heavy flood of his c**m shooting deep inside me. ​The SUV suddenly slowed down, the tires crunching loudly against the gravel before coming to a complete stop.

Now Roman can think about fucking me and want me, building up that want so he will help me later. "On your knees, ass in the air for your Master," Ezra demands. I quickly get on my knees and back my ass up to him. I can see him smiling at Roman in the mirror. Roman turns to leave us. "No, stay and watch me fuck this little whore," Ezra says. I smile at Roman. Ezra wastes no time ramming his stiff cock into my wet hole. His hard rigid cock is riding me and bringing me to ecstasy quickly. "I am going to cum on your hard cock," I squeal.

“I’m going to the gym.” That night, I was a mess. I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, but all I could see was that black hoodie. Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured her in the hallway, those doe-eyes looking up at me. My hand went down into my boxers. I gripped myself hard, my jaw clenching as I thought about her. I didn’t want to think about Madison. I wanted the girl who hid in the back of the class. I imagined cornering her in one of the empty classrooms, pulling that hood back, and seeing if she tasted as good as she looked.

He groans deep, thrusts erratic, then cums: hot spurts, thick and chunky, fill me up, overflow. White and yellow gush out. Stains my thighs. Smells like bleach and rot. I cum, too. Body shakes. Pussy milks him. Waves crash. I scream in ecstasy. Bite wound pulses. My eyes change. World grays. I become like him. Part of the horde. Zeke pulls out. Cum drips from my hole. He stands.

He rubbed his palm over his forehead, "Then he's gonna be sacked, maybe he didn't do a perfect work... nevertheless, he won't go far too personal on you, I told him that. I was going to find out more personal stuffs about you by myself, starting from now", he declared. "Like?", I gave him a sinister smile. "You don't want to hear this", he replied. "I would gladly love to hear it", I insisted. "Like how you taste beneath the high skirts and long jeans", he disclosed. I cursed myself for urging him to tell me what was on his mind. "You are too dirty", I babbled. "We haven't done a thing and you already concluded that i am dirty.... Darling!!!!, please don't say such", he slurred.