Hayes Grier Dirty Novels & Stories

Cassidy's POV I texted back discreetly, fingers flying across the screen under the desk: "Yes, Sir—in ethics lecture, back row hidden by pillar. Fingered through pocket, circling slow at first, building unbearable heat. Clit throbbing hard, pussy clenching empty and aching—imagined you collaring me by cabin fire, leashing me, paddling my ass then fucking me leashed while I ride you. Stopped at the very edge, panting quietly, thighs shaking. Need your touch so bad, Sir." His reply pinged almost instantly: "Detailed and dirty—love it, sub. Reward: during errands, you'll come hard on my fingers. Next: group project—edge again, add a fantasy with the flogger. Make it risky."

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.

He doesn’t push me away right away, doesn’t look surprised, just looks at me, up close, too close, with that calm that gets under my skin more than any punch. “Does it bother you that much?” he murmurs. “Everything about you bothers me,” I snap, “that attitude, that face like nothing matters, like you didn’t just destroy someone.” I tighten my grip. “You know what I think?” I add. “That all of this is a front, that whole perfect player act is just a show.” His eyes shift, just slightly. “Maybe,” I continue, lowering my voice, “girls aren’t enough for you.” The silence turns thick.

Griffin turned to his back and covered his eyes with his forearm in embarrassment. "Did you see my ladder?" He lifted his arm to see my reaction. I giggled softly and told him it looked painful. His eyes glowed at me when he said, "quite the opposite actually, for the receiver it's pleasant. It hurt like hell getting it done though." My cheeks turned pink at my naughty thoughts. Griffin lifted his arm and told me to get comfortable. I laid my head against his smooth chest and looked up at him smiling down at me. Why does he have to be so fuckable? My wolf was laughing at me in my mind. His scent was a cashmere and sandalwood blend and I inhaled it with delight. "What happened to me not needi

Hayes was the first to emerge from his stupor, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips, making my skin crawl with unease. "We share a mate, brother," he said, his rough voice oozing contempt as he stalked toward me. Every step of his was swift and graceful yet heavy with menace. Zylon remained rooted in place, his piercing blue eyes, usually so cold and sad, locked onto me. I could have sworn there was a flicker of sadness in them, a haunting contrast to his brother's disdainful expressions. Without warning, Hayes connected his grip on my shoulder, his nails digging painfully into my skin, and shoved me against the cold, unyielding wall.

Haley disdainfully clapped her hands, "Mr. Granger, you are still as shameless and low as before." She kicked Louis away with one foot and walked away.

Greer turns around to look at the man who has spoken. He is nice looking, with short blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. He is heavily muscled, tall, and broad. The man looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He is smiling at her, so she feels rude for not responding, so she says rather awkwardly “Oh, um, thank you." “I'm Hayes, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, Hayes.” She sees Hunter and Liam coming toward her, so she says to him, “Excuse me.”

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

Griffin looked out over the ground, now riddled with bodies. Among them, one straggler still twitched. Just a head left, hacked clean off, dragging a length of torn, bloody tissue as it struggled weakly through the pile. It let out a broken growl, jaws snapping toward the doorway. Thud! Griffin kicked it out of sight. "We're clear." Hayley gave a small nod and stepped forward, moving through the field of corpses. As she passed, her eyes landed on a skeleton that had been picked completely clean.

These greedy old fizzers always love to play dirty but unfortunately they're messing with the wrong person. "Are you trying to pick a fight,Lord Damian?"