Hayes Grier Imagines Dirty Novels & Stories

"Umm, I don’t know, tall, diamond face shape, stubble beard, lazy smile..." With the way Gracie looked at me, I already knew I wasn’t going to like her next question. "And he can do it so well..." She cleared her throat and looked down at my lap. "I'm talking down there." "Oh, Goodness." Embarrassment filled my features. "Gracie..." "I'm sorryyyy. It just feels like you're the main character in a dark romance book, and you know..." I eyed her, and she chuckled, blowing me a kiss. I cleared my throat and offered her an answer. "Well... The sight of his dick alone got me salivating. He's very clean and trim down there and he knows his angles."

I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you. LonelyGirl: Every nerve in my body is on fire. When our eyes met today I almost came right there and then. LimberJack: Were you wet? LonelyGirl: Soaked. LimberJack: Good to know. Next time I want you to slip them off and give them to me. LonelyGirl: You want my dirty underwear?

he said, the words coming out sharp and possessive in a way that made my skin prickle. I stared at him. "You're insane. You're actually insane." "Maybe," he agreed. "But I'm not letting you go back out there for some stranger to—" "To what?" I interrupted. "To touch me? To own me? That's exactly what you just did, Grayson. You bought me. You paid money to have access to my body for twelve days. So don't you dare act like you're some kind of hero here." His jaw clenched. "I'm not trying to be a hero. I'm trying to—"

Lynn remarked, as she stretched out on the lounge chair for some sun. "I'm working it out. I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty soon." Heather said, drying herself off before laying out. "That would be pretty amazing. How's that possible?" Lynn asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls. You should see the stuff he looks at on his computer." That got Lynn's full attention. "You're shitting me!" "Not a bit. What's with these dirty old men? Can you believe it? Both our fathers. Is it some kind of suburbia epidemic?" Heather laughed.

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."

Her ears flattened against her head. “She smells like him,” the voice said inside my mind. Her anger rose quickly. My vision blurred with a sudden flash of solid gold. “She has his scent all over her clothes. Get her away from us right now.” Before I could stand up or throw the sheets off my legs, the door opened a second time. Hayes stepped into the room. He wore his mud-covered combat feets. His chest was bare and covered with dried rogue blood from the woods. He looked exhausted. His jaw was tight and his shoulders were rigid. But the moment his eyes landed on the woman standing by my mattress, he stopped moving completely.

Now Roman can think about fucking me and want me, building up that want so he will help me later. "On your knees, ass in the air for your Master," Ezra demands. I quickly get on my knees and back my ass up to him. I can see him smiling at Roman in the mirror. Roman turns to leave us. "No, stay and watch me fuck this little whore," Ezra says. I smile at Roman. Ezra wastes no time ramming his stiff cock into my wet hole. His hard rigid cock is riding me and bringing me to ecstasy quickly. "I am going to cum on your hard cock," I squeal.

he mutters and I ignore him. No need for me to kneel, just lean down a bit. The tip is pink and throbs in my hand. Precum fills my hands and I connect my eyes with his before licking him off. He tilts his head to the side as if he wanted to crack his neck and a gritted smile spreads across his mouth. He gives me the sexiest and most morbid image of him. Ryder Hayes may be dying but he never stops looking good. And know well. The liquid from it in my mouth is between salty and much richer than the duck I ate nothing.

Too bad DNA didn’t lie though. She yawned and appeared to be falling back asleep. Grayson exhaled but made no other attempt at human communication. A few seconds later, she heard the lid flip open on the cap of the lube, then that farting sound, as he squeezed a gob of the stuff onto her snatch. He made no physical contact with her body as he did this. As a result, she jumped a bit when the fucking tidal wave of cold as fuck liquid hit her vagina, gushing down the slit between her legs and ass, onto the sheet below. Well, so much for just washing the fucking sheets! Typical rich bastard making a mess with no intentions of cleaning it up himself.

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.