Hayes Grier Dirty 소설 & 이야기

I felt the blood rush into my cheeks when his hands grazed softly against them. He'd changed in a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Honestly, he was the only one I thought could still rock jeans in this day and age. Vincent wasn't exactly flashy, in fact the way he dressed and the way he talked was a constant reminder that he was still decades older than me.

Damn it. Hayes was flushed from the cold, hair a mess, eyes sharp even under exhaustion. His hoodie hung loose, sleeves pushed up just enough to show the flex of his forearms. There was a wild edge to him, like he’d just barely held himself together all week. He looked infuriatingly good, the kind of raw and real that turned heads without meaning to. Jax’s stomach tightened. The memory of Ryder’s breath against his skin in the parking lot flickered behind his eyes, vivid and unwanted.

finally broke with a soft cry and a hard clench of my walls around his fingers. He held me through it and then brought his wet fingers to my mouth so that I could taste the mixed evidence of everything we had done, the musky salty flavor of our joined releases coating my tongue and the act of it sending a fresh spark of heat through my core even under the continued gaze. His cock was hard again against my thigh, and the knowledge that the hunger between us still had not been fully exhausted made my own body answer with a renewed throb of need. He shifted us once more, guiding me onto my hands and knees on the bed, the position leaving me open and exposed, and the vulnerability of it mixed w

Her hair was a wild mess, her cheeks flushed pink like she’d been running. “Mom? You’re still here?” "Yes honey, have you seen my charger? I thought i might have left it here.” I stepped inside, eyes scanning the surfaces. The air hit me first—thick, warm, and strangely musky. Like sweat mixed with something heavier, more intimate. Cologne? Or… no. I was imagining things. The bed looked chaotic. Sheets twisted and half-off the mattress, one pillow on the floor. The picture frame on the wall was crooked. Leena’s skin glistened slightly with sweat even though the AC was running. My stomach tightened with an uncomfortable twist I couldn’t name.

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

I don't dare raise my head to look at him or let my hand fall from the handle. Sweat beads on my forehead, my body tense when I feel him at my back. My breathing hardens with every intake of air. Cat got your tongue now, baby girl? His hot breath on my earlobe sends signals through my body. I warned you, didn't I? You keep testing your grave. There are more plots of land that can contain your body. He clicks his tongue. What should I do to you? You're not too old to be bent over and smacked. You know that, right, baby girl?

"You're all ready for the Great Father now." Just in time, the door to the classroom opened. Still gasping for air, Billie glanced at her friends who all seemed to be in similar situations with their mothers. Gia's mom was still kneeling between her daughter's legs, while Rosie watched with wide eyes and an open mouth, her thighs pressed tight together. It didn't look like Mrs Goode had had time to lick Rosie's pussy, but Billie could see that it was shaved bare, still pink from the razor.

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

He was teasing me with his smart-ass mouth and smug attitude. Oh, God, I hate him, but I still like him. I don't know why. There is something inside me telling me I should. "Oh, what's wrong, Gracie? Cat got your tongue because earlier you were talking up a storm and acting all tough, and now, you're so quiet like a little mouse," he said with a smug smile. I know he is being a cocky asshole. But that's Hayes Ford, the famous hot jock, who gets whatever he wants, and if you get in his way, let's say, he will make your life a living hell. I should know. It's been happening to me since I was in middle school.

Leaving didn't feel right in any way, at least not yet, but then… I have created a mess and I have to clean it up. Just then, Hayes pulled up in his sleek, black car and got out. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders. His hair was perfectly messy, and his eyes sparkled in the sunlight. “What are you doing?” I asked, surprised. I wasn't expecting him here. He stared at me and smiled softly. Gosh! He looked breathtaking! A part of me wants to stay mad at him so bad for getting us into this situationship but his cute face and well built body wouldn’t let me stay mad.