Hayes Grier Imagines Dirty Novels & Stories

she moaned softly, “fuck me, fill me up. I love being your dirty little whore.” He groaned as the tip of his cock nestled, creating soft friction, and then he drove into her in one deep thrust. He pulled out and pounded her ruthlessly. This wasnt lovemaking, or growing closer. This was a dirty fuck in a dingy carpark. The kind of fuck that Remy knew well and the kind of scene that made men like Ethan lose their minds. She took it all and let her arse push back against his cock as he stayed buried deep in her.

“But you know what’s gonna be the real kicker? Me, out there on Sunday afternoons, doing yard work, looking all rugged and sexy with a shovel.” I turned to face him, my hands sliding up his chest, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “Oh, you think you’ll look sexy gardening, huh?” I teased, my voice low, my fingers lingering on the collar of his shirt. “I bet you’ll be out there in a sweaty t-shirt, dirt smudged on your face, and I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” “Is that a promise, Mrs. Hayes?” he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl, his hands tightening on my hips. “Because I’m pretty sure my wife’s gonna love watching me get all dirty and manly.”

I whisper in a deep raspy voice. Her eyes don’t leave the screen as I unload all over my own chest. Her attention is on the seed I’m spilling, and then a moment later, I watch her abs contract, her eyes squeeze shut, and her thighs close around her hand as she lets out a cry of pleasure that makes me want to come again. When Gia finally open her eyes, she looks affected, as if this was some new discovery. “Uhm… shit, Tamer that was…” Be doesn't finish her sentence because the next second she taps the end button.

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...”

“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.”

Reality crashed back in. I pulled away with a tortured groan, chest heaving. Maya turned around, hair a total mess, lips swollen and shiny, tits still out, nipples glistening from my mouth. Her skirt was hiked up, panties askew, thighs shiny with her own juices. She looked completely wrecked and utterly fuckable. I didn’t say a word. I just tucked my throbbing, unsatisfied cock back into my jeans and walked out of the closet, stepping into the harsh light of the hallway.

He shifted on his stool conspiratorially and whispered, “Me too, and know what we need to do to ease the stress.” Mario had a sly grin, and I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but I asked anyway, “What is it?” “We should fuck it out.” His voice had lost its wit. It’s turned sultry. Five minutes ago, I was a girl who moved to this town to live a quiet life, obsessed with starting over, and one look at this guy made me want to throw it all away. I didn’t like him and thought he was pompous a few seconds ago.

He responds likewise then returns to his typical grim expression. Thank God for these kinds of distractions! At least I don’t need to fuck anyone to get this off my system. Well, not that kind of fucking at the very least… The Rube accelerates as the song "Heart Upon My Sleeve" by Imagine Dragon and Avicii plays loudly on his car stereo. As the music start to pound his senses, he burries all his emotions deep inside himself to prepare for his latest mission.

He kept on pacing around, looking for ideas to solve the current situation on ground. "Arghhh" he screamed out and punched the wall hard in frustration as he couldn't come up with an idea. His fingers raked through his hair agitatedly. The only thing that could calm him down right now is rough sex, a sex where he would be able to pour all his anger and frustration into and he didn't even need to search for whom he would do that with as he already has one at home, his new sex doll, Gemma.

Finally, after a long pause, he spoke, his voice raw. “Haley, my mouth isn’t dirty. I just brushed my teeth.” Her response was cold and merciless. “You’re dirty.” She wasn’t talking about his mouth. She meant him. After taking care of her foot, Haley lost all interest in watching TV. Without another word, she turned over and lay down, making it clear she was done. Justin stood there, motionless, his hands slowly dropping to his sides. He understood. She found him dirty. Because he had been with Emma.