Hayes Grier Dirty Novels & Stories

Her hips rolled before she could stop them, grinding down against that hardness, chasing friction through the thin lace of her underwear. Henry groaned against her breast, the sound vibrating through her nipple. His hips pushed up, grinding the thick ridge against her soaked lace. "Eager," he said against her skin. His teeth scraped her nipple one more time before he pulled back, grey eyes dark as storm clouds. "You want something?" Anna's cheeks burned. She couldn't answer. Couldn't form the words. Her hips kept moving on their own, rolling, grinding, chasing the hard heat beneath her. Henry's grip on her wrists tightened behind her back. His free hand slid down from her breast, over the to

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.”

He immediately removed what he was watching and adjusted his cock, before getting the door. “Fuckk….” David gasped at the sight of his stepmom at his door, putting on only her panties. She walked in, and sat on his bed. He locked the door and turned to her. “We shouldn’t continue this” he said. “Yet you locked your door.” Gracie responded. “Come here and eat my pussy” she added, using her finger to point to her cunt. David said nothing, and he went direct to her, pulling down her panties to her knees and leaving it there.

“We need to clean this up.” Damien grabbed some tissues from Mr. Hargrove’s desk and handed me a wad. We wiped ourselves quickly, cleaning the desk surface and the floor where a few drops had fallen. I straightened my skirt, buttoned my shirt with shaky fingers. He fixed his pants and ran a hand through his messy hair. I looked at him. He looked back. The hate was still there, but now mixed with something raw and unresolved. “So…” I said, clearing my throat. “This never happened.”

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

"Mama! Dada!" Hayes, now a thriving toddler dressed in a soft cream-colored sweater and dark trousers, came sprinting across the polished hardwood floor. His small patent-leather shoes clicked rhythmically against the stone borders as he pushed past a large, beautifully groomed golden retriever puppy—the family’s newest addition, who was currently barking in pure, clumsy excitement.

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."

Him between my thighs? It was too much for me to take. “Still, you’re my boss, let’s keep it as it is.” The words tumbled out before my brain caught up. “T–this is h–harassment.” His lips curved and a flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes. “Grinding against me doesn’t exactly give that impression, does it, sweetheart?” I wasn’t — God, I was. My body almost exploded from the heat that coursed through me. “I...”

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.”

Grasis removed the net with his hand and carefully stepped on the first step. "Listen, you stay out." He stopped Ayla's step with his hand and started descending himself. There were nets in places. He was going down the stairs enduring the pain in his leg. There was a rope hanging down on the fifth step. There was a button under it. It was just below the lounge. There were nets everywhere. There were wood scraps that were covered with mud. "Wow." Grasis's chirping sound came out. "What is it?" Asked in a curious voice, she lowered her neck further. There was a support bicycle in front of where Grasis was standing, covered with mud covered with nets.