روايات وقصص ضمن Hayes Grier Imagines Dirty

' Mischa angrily hissed to herself while her eyes burning in flames locked on Narco. Eyebrows pulled down and face wrinkled in disgust, Klauss grimaced at his current situation. He was having trouble with the dirt that stuck to his clothes and body. The veins in his head, neck, and hands have popped out of anger. He wants to take a bath in boiling acid just to get rid of the extreme grossness he feels right now.

To slap that smirk off his face and then kiss him until he moaned. To pull his jeans down and spank his bare ass right here until it turned red and he was leaking for me. The dirty thoughts flooded my head again, with him crying my name, begging, taking every inch while I told him he was mine.

I stumbled back, my hand flying to my face, breath coming in uneven gasps. Hayes stood in the doorway. He wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore; his sleeves were rolled up, and his expression was terrifying. His eyes narrowed into slits as he darted between Matthew and me. "Hayes! You're home early," Matthew said, his voice perfectly casual, as if he hadn't just been threatening me seconds ago. Hayes didn't even glance at him. He kept his eyes fixed on me, on the red marks his friend’s fingers had left on my skin. "I asked a question," he said, voice dangerously low. "What is going on in my family room?"

“No one’s going to—” “I almost got raped!” The realization hit me like acid. Disgust crawled over my skin. A sob tore from my throat. “I feel… dirty. I need to get it off me. I need to get this skin off!” My nails scraped at my arms, burning, but Damien caught my hands before I could go too far. “Hailey! Calm down!” He pulled me closer, steadying me, wrapping one arm around my back, holding me tight. “You don’t get it, Damien! He covered me in his filth!” I screamed, louder than I’d meant to. “You will never understand! I need to get this off me! It’ll never go away! It doesn’t go away! It never does!”

How do I deserve a woman like Haylee after I have been passed around like a sex toy between two undeserving women? As if she could read my mind, Haylee moved closer to me, scanning my body before she whispered close to my ear, “But before that, we have to clean you up, Xay. I want to personally wash Allison’s touch off you. Make sure you are squeaky clean—” “You want to bathe me?” I asked, even though I knew that was exactly what she meant. Haylee’s eyes darkened with desire, and she answered boldly, “Yes, mate.” Fuck! Count me the fuck in.

he snorted and took off his T-shirt. His hand stopped as he hesitated to push down his shorts. But then he snorted again before pushing down both his underwear and shorts. I saw a hand flash out before my vision turned dark. “I don't want you to see other men’s dicks.” I heard Hayden’s low growl. I pouted at his possessiveness. “But I want to see the result of my winning,” I whined. “I’ll take pictures for you.” I heard the rustling sounds of clothes being taken off, then Hayden said still with the same lazy tone, “Aren't you guys suppose to crawl?”

What was that about? But she was beautiful, though. However, she was young. Mr. Grey had dismissed it before it festered and left the room. Sadly for him, it was too late for that because Jada had already decided. Goddess, she needed to feel the length of him. And just like that, another vivid image pops into her dirty little mind, and this time, of her in doggy style leaned forward all the way down, her chest flat on the bed, her ass all the way up in the air spread for his leisure at the edge of the bed.

​"What the f**k?!" ​The scream ripped out of my throat before I could stop it. I stumbled backward, my shoulder slamming hard into the doorframe. ​Brody scrambled backward on the couch, frantically pulling his pants up. Matt just sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn't even look embarrassed. He just looked annoyed that I had interrupted. ​"Harper," Brody started, his voice completely casual as he fumbled with his zipper. "It's not what it looks like."

Damn it. Hayes was flushed from the cold, hair a mess, eyes sharp even under exhaustion. His hoodie hung loose, sleeves pushed up just enough to show the flex of his forearms. There was a wild edge to him, like he’d just barely held himself together all week. He looked infuriatingly good, the kind of raw and real that turned heads without meaning to. Jax’s stomach tightened. The memory of Ryder’s breath against his skin in the parking lot flickered behind his eyes, vivid and unwanted.

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.