Jack Griffo Sexuality Novels & Stories

"Absolute fucking bullshit. Get me all worked up and then just—what? Leave me here to suffer? That's just cruel. That's—" The door bangs open with enough force to make me jump, and I barely have time to lift my head before I hear Jax's voice, bright and amused and entirely too cheerful for someone who's about to witness me in the throes of sexual frustration. "Holy shit, is that—? Oh man, this is even better than I thought. Guys! GUYS! You have got to see this! Frankie’s so fucking horny."

Excusing himself, Aaron goes to the corner to talk to her. "Hey, Jas. How's everything?" "Good though. And why do you sound so down? Something happened?" Asks the girl. "*sighs* Nothing really." "Yeah. Bet. Well, guess what I just hailed!" "You mean 'nailed'?" He corrects her word, leaning against the pillar. He smiles as she talks about how she had sex with her favorite Pornstar. He was Jack Micheal, famous for his experience in doggy style. "He did you good?" He asks her.

“We’re not dating. We like having a good time together. That’s why we keep our . . . meetings a secret.” Jackie scoffed. “Oh, come on. You haven't looked at another man since the first time you slept with him. And you've never had a steady boyfriend before. After three months with a guy, you move on. It's been over a year, and you’re sticking to Matt Kirby like he's the only man in town.” Jodi hopped out of her chair and started pacing. “You told me yourself he was special,” Jackie argued. “He’s special because of his physical gift, which most women have never seen, I’m sure. He puts male porn stars to shame. No woman would shop around if she had that dick on the line,” Jodi stated.

“Make me come, Griff, please.” Griffin groans as I wrap my hand around his cock. I squeeze it hard as I come, sliding my hand up and down until he is rolling his hips into me. “Fuck, Cora, I love how wet you get for me.” He grabs my ass and picks me up, pinning me between the wall and his body. The head of his cock presses against my pussy. Griffin’s lips press against mine, coaxing my mouth open as he slides his cock into me.

It was then that Charlotte realized he was arranging her hair. "We're both adults. I think there are some topics we can discuss openly," he said. Charlotte's alarm bells were ringing loudly. She felt that this 'sexually frustrated man' was about to say something interesting. After a brief silence, he finally said calmly, "Do you not want to do it at all? I really want to but only with you. I've never considered it with anyone else." Charlotte bit her lip tightly. What nonsense was he talking about? Griffith continued, "I haven't been completely honest. After sleeping together, I didn't keep coming back just to hear your voice. More than that, I wanted you."

He raises the duvet, and I'm flushed at the sight of his flaccid cock. "Oh shit." He groans. "Tell me we didn't." "I don't remember what happened but my wolf says we had sex." How can I not remember this? I need to cement it in my fucking brain. Griffin and I had sex. But we're not dating. WE'RE NOT DATING! That has got to be some type of rule or crime. You can't have sex unless you're dating right? 'Calm down, girl. Geez. There's no rule like that, and I think you and Griffin had a lot of fun with each other. Your souls twined. I can now hear Dell.'

Hockey players are the least trustworthy man I have ever met and I don’t want her being dragged into their web of lies. I unlock the door, and Grace turns the lights up as she guides Frederick inside. He undoes his jacket and then I realize he is wearing a three-piece suit that looks absolutely gorgeous on him. I lick my lips as I watch him remove the jacket and fold his sleeves up to his elbows. I can see the veins in his arms and I shake my head slightly, stopping myself from dribbling all over him. God, what is wrong with me? I know I haven’t been with anyone since Thatcher, but I keep myself busy pleasuring myself with my toys. I have a good collection and no one should need a man after

Scarlett felt him knead them and circle her nipple with his thumb before his lips brushed her ear. "Admit it, you prefer my larger cock in bed," Griffin's voice was dark, and his fingers moved underneath her chin. It hurt when he forced her to look at him in the dark. "And I'm more of a man that my son will ever be. Does that turn you on, Scarlett? Hm? Do you want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to your body?" Griffin leaned down to lick Scarlett's neck and kiss her collarbones. His tongue felt hot on her skin. There was a throbbing between her legs and a need for Griffin.

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to