Hayes Grier Imagines Dirty Novels & Stories

Gabriel: Fuck. I can't get that image out of my head. Grayson in that little red dress. Her beautiful, long, tanned legs, her flat, toned stomach, basically everything about her sexy body... Fuck... I can't control the dirty thoughts I'm having. The desire, the urge, the craving...

Emma immediately covered her mouth and hid in the corner but her eyes stared at the man in the toilet currently working on himself. Mr Grayson leaned on the wall with wet dark hair that stuck to his face. It covered his forehead and revealed only his closed eyes. His right fist was clenched and used to cover his opened mouth. Sweat rolled down his Adams apples that moved sexily. Then down to his opened chest and his honey-colored toned muscles and down to his waist then his hand which was moving slowly on his—Fuck! “So huge.., So fucking—!” Emma opened her mouth wide as she looked at Grayson's thick rod which was erected and bringing out pre-cum.

His mate was deeper now, slower, moving as if he was savoring the idea, as if he was sinking into a fantasy so visceral that it consumed him. Ohas licked the shell of Hayden’s ear, his breath hot, his voice dripping with need. "I’d fuck you full, Haze," he whispered, hips snapping forward with a sharp thrust that had Hayden gasping. "Watch you swell with my children—" Another deep push. "See you heavy with my young." Hayden moaned at the sheer filth of it, even though they both knew it was impossible. His fingers clenched against the stone, his body shivering under Ohas’ relentless weight.

"You're just a pathetic little mule. And right now, you're my mule." She unzipped my trousers, and my cock sprang free... thick, dark, and already pulsing with a desperate need. Grier let out a low, guttural moan at the sight of it. "Look at that. All that adrenaline going straight to your head. I wonder if it tastes like fear."

It was a private joke that I kept to myself. Grayson smirked and whispered in my ear. “I’ll let you shave me if I can shave you.” He bounced his gaze to my nether region. I pulled him down for another kiss. “You’re so dirty and I love it.” I grinned. It would save me a chore if he kept his end of the bargain. “You’re the only woman who stars in my filthy mind.” He shot me a flirty wink. That acted like a stick of TNT, blowing my ovaries to smithereens. The temperature in the room became too hot to handle, boiling my pussy to combustion level. I needed to step outside and cool off. So, I nudged past Grayson and bolted through the cabin door.

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.

He pulled out before he finished, chest heaving, cock throbbing. “On the floor,” he ordered. Both girls obeyed. They lay down facing each other, and at Gwen’s quiet guidance they locked their legs together and started scissoring, wet pussies grinding against each other in a slow, filthy rhythm. The sound of their soaked folds sliding together was obscene. Their clits rubbed with every roll of their hips. Professor Kim stood over them, stroking his thick cock as he watched, fist moving steadily along the length.

Grayson smacked Eli's ass, a sharp, stinging blow that made him yelp. "Up," he commanded. Eli slowly, carefully pushed himself upright. His legs felt like jelly, and his ass was throbbing with a pleasant, lingering ache. He could feel the slickness of Grayson's cum on his thighs, a dirty, satisfying reminder of what had just transpired. He pulled up his shorts and boxers, the fabric feeling rough against his sensitive skin. He turned to face Grayson, who was already tucking himself back into his jeans, his expression once again unreadable.

Her cheeks were red, and she still wouldn’t meet my eyes. My hands traveled upwards until I was a breath away from her entrance. "Eli…" Her words died on her lips when I slipped a finger inside her soaking wet pussy. "Aha! Yas, you’re aroused…" She turned even redder. "You like it, all of this," I thrust another finger into her, curling it upwards. She let out a small whimper when I began to move in and out, making sure to caress her G-spot. "You like the idea of being my muse tonight. You’re excited to be sprawled naked on the floor."

Casper was heady with the hedonistic direction this weekend seemed to be taking. "I do," Anima gave me a droopy, somewhat sexy smile. "I don't believe you," I chuckled. "That's okay because I don't find you all that interesting anyway. Casper here is a peach...you...you would pay for the experience of using a stick to push a dying person's head beneath the quicksand - the more they trusted you, the happier you would be. Casper doesn't believe it, but you and I know it's true." The blazing necrophiliac wasn't put off in the least.