Hayes Grier Dirty Novels & Stories

Neat black blazer, sleeves perfectly pushed up, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The kind of man that ruined your life. Ryan was here for one thing - an interview for the office secretary position. She could NOT mess this up. Ding. Then — THUD. The elevator jerked violently and stopped. The lights flickered. Ryan grabbed the rail. “What was that?” Ethan finally looked at her. Really looked at her. His eyes were a stormy grey. “You have got to be shitting me,” he muttered. Ryan rushed to the doors, banging on them with both fists.

Vance replied smoothly. ​Beneath the table, Vance’s hand tightened in my hair. He pushed his hips forward, forcing his length deep into the back of my throat. I choked slightly, tears immediately springing to my eyes, but I didn't dare make a sound. I had to swallow the gag, forcing myself to accommodate him perfectly while staying dead silent. ​"We need to talk about mowing the front yards," Caesar continued, completely oblivious. "The grass is getting way too high. The HOA is going to start sending letters."

Hudson’s POV I gritted my teeth as I cleaned the stables. The smell was strong, so strong that I almost threw up. I held my breath as I pushed the dirty straw into the sack. My hands were sore, my back was wet with sweat, and the heat made it hard to breathe. I looked down at my hands. They were covered in dirt and horse hair. The sharp hairs poked my skin like needles. I grabbed a bunch and dropped it into the sack, breathing hard.

We'll remain horny little rabbits that's desprate to rut but have no outlet. And let's face it, it's probably for the best. Grayson doesn't have a gentle bone in his body when it comes down to sex. Every inch of him intends on leaving an print on your psyche. He rocks back on the heel of his feet, tucking a wet hair behind my ear. "What you saw are humans who have been experimented on " "Come again, did you just say experimented on? "

Hayle thought with irritation, trying to contain herself as she clenched her fists in front of her face. As Hayle tried to vent her frustration at him, Jaxter suddenly looked at her, causing Hayle to fall silent and cover her demeanor. His gaze seemed to scrutinize her, as if he knew she had just cursed him in her mind. She grinned broadly, making Jaxter furrow his brow deeply, looking somewhat disgusted, then refocused on his laptop.

He ground against me, riding out his release, his groans mixing with the crowd's cheers. Instead of pulling out, Zade began to roll of his hips. Every thick inch dragged against my oversensitive walls, stirring the mess of his cum and my slick into a filthy, wet glide. The slow grind kept me stretched and full, never letting the ache fade, never letting my body come down.

GLORIA His lips barely left mine as his hand slid down, his fingertips brushing over my thigh, slow enough to make me shudder. He didn’t rush… he wanted me to suffer for coming, for choosing him, for risking everything just to be in this stall with him. His hand traced the outline of my panties, the fabric already damp, and my whole body jerked at the contact. I tried to bite back the moan, but he knew and kissed me greedily. “Fuck,” he hissed, pressing harder, rubbing over the soaked fabric with slow, lazy circles. “You’re dripping through these little panties, baby. Pastor could never…” He let the words hang, his grin wicked, daring me to deny it.

He said nothing in reply but his eyes told her he missed her as hell. “You have to go,” He said, “I will write.” She nodded. He drew her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead “Safe travels.” She grinned “You know I’m the one to worry about you.” She moved away, closed her eyes and let herself go, breathing deeply. She did not fight the change, she welcomed it. Heat rushed through her veins, her skin rippling as fur spread across her body like a cloak. Bones shifted with a low crack, but there was no pain, only release. Her hands stretched into claws, her senses sharpened, and with a final exhale her jaw lengthened into a proud muzzle. When she opened her eyes again, they glowed gold. She

Every so often I grind against the mattress just for a sliver of relief, catching glimpses of her face, the tilt of her hips, the curve of her thighs, and I ache to bury myself inside her. She lets out a strained cry, tears slipping down the corner of her cheeks, head shaking violently, and the sound sends a shot of pure heat straight through me, pushing a bead of precum from my tip. “Fuck,” I rasp, low and guttural. “Just like that, pretty kitten,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her thigh, tracing over the hickeys and bites I’ve left behind, every mark a claim. “Come for me again. One more.”

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.