Mark Grayson Hot Novels & Stories

I turned back to race back to the pack house to find Dora. "Arghhh Aubree, even with me being an animal you are still damn annoying". The voice I know too well called at me, I slowly turned back to look at Jasper, holy shit. I access him from head to his bicep, omg is this the nerdy Jasper, he is so damn hot, my eyes futher trace down I let out a scream has my eyes landed on what I shouldn't have seen. "What the fuck Jasper, cover up yourself ". I said has I shield my eyes from his body.

My chest tightened, my pulse thrumming so hard it shook through my bones. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “That can’t…” But even as I said it, I could feel it. The bond humming under my skin like a second heartbeat. The bite on my neck tingling, heat radiating from it as though the mark itself was alive. Something was different. Something was shifting. Mariah squeezed my hand, her eyes shimmering with awe. “Astria… just look. Please.”

My heavy tits are spilling out of the top, the soft, full undersides completely bare, the fabric so thin and wet that my areolas are clearly visible and my hard nipples poke through like they’re begging to be sucked. The bottoms are worse — a tiny thong that disappears completely between my round ass cheeks, leaving both plump globes fully exposed, the front so small that the outline of my puffy cunt lips is already visible through the soaked material. I'm already wet. I've been wet since I saw Grayson's car pull into the driveway. He's standing by the pool now, beer in hand, talking to my dad about something boring like stocks or golf. He's wearing swim trunks that hang low on his hips and

Black, fierce, and dangerous, just like him. My stupid brain betrayed me again, whispering how impossibly hot it looked, how badly I wanted to trace it with my tongue. Christian caught me staring. His smirk widened, hot and cocky. “Like what you see, little tigress?” “Shut up,” I tried to sound fierce, but my eyes betrayed me again by lingering on the ink, on the ridges of his chest, and the hard lines of his stomach. My hands itched to touch him, and fuck. I hated that.

Tristan raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, have you made up your mind to end your abstinence and have sex with your wife?" Grayson nearly spat out his drink. Was Tristan a psychic or what? "Do you need me to help you buy some condoms and sex toys?" asked Tristan as he narrowed his eyes. Grayson didn't have any of those since he hadn't made love to a woman his entire life. However, he didn't want to admit it. "Fuck you! Save them for yourself," he said. Grayson lit another cigarette and leaned back against the sofa. He brainstormed about how he should set the mood with Belle and make things fall into place.

How could two people be together if they have a different sexual preference? The reason why Grayson acted so sweet towards her was that he was gay. Isn't it great to have such a lovely roommate? Therefore, why did she run away? Even if Grayson is gay, he is not a cannibal. Marcus is gay, and she got along with him just fine. Sienna had finally convinced herself to accept the truth. She turned the shower off as her body sensed a chill; it was then she noticed that she had forgotten her clothes. She opened the door and saw Grayson sitting on her bed!

Jenkins called out enthusiastically while many groans erupted from the students. I watched as Eli, Jet, and Damon took their seats. One guy stayed behind and talked with Mr. Jenkins quietly. He was good looking himself. I’m assuming that he’s the most responsible one. He strangely resembled Channing Tatum. You know the guy from Dear John? And let me tell you, I find Channing Tatum very sexy. He’s my favorite male actor. The guy walked to his seat and he saw me looking at him. So, he smiled and winked at me before taking his seat next to Damon. I looked down at my lap, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks slowly.

Tears had sprung in my eyes as I could feel the blood trickling down my shoulder, the pain mixing with pleasure had awoken something within me and I was sure that I would explode. He hummed in approval as his licked the blood as if he had just recreated a new mark and the old one was gone. I was too hot to even comprehend whatever was coming next, but the thing was, nothing came. I was left as a hot mess with my aching core, but before I could ask what Grayson was doing he was gone, leaving an open door to my bedroom and the sound of footsteps running down the hallway.

I whimpered as the tip of his shaft began to rub against my entrance, teasing my clit just right. "O-oh! Jax..." I panted. "I love when you call me Jax," he growled, moving his mouth to my throat, running his tongue over where Greyson had marked me earlier. I whimpered at the touch, Greyson's mark had left that area nearly raw and even the slightest touch seemed to set me off. I watched as Jaxon continued his own journey down my body, pausing to lap and suck at my breasts, giving each a moment of attention before once more continuing downward.

Greyson is right up his alley. "Thank the gods! It's about time someone did it honey! Now let me get a look at you."Greyson replies as he grabs my hand and spins me in a circle. "Oh and just look at the beautiful ink on your body! Amazing! And the marks on your neck and behind your ears! I've never met someone who had all three marks! You are a rare jewel indeed!"Greyson shrieks.