Mc Steamy Greys Anatomy Novels & Stories

She could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto her breasts, the smell of their combined arousal filling the air like a heavy perfume. "Now," Alistair groaned, his voice breaking. "Now, Maya! Come for me!" The permission was the final trigger. Maya’s internal muscles clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions. She screamed, her voice echoing through the studio, as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her. She felt her vision blur, her entire body arching as she collapsed into the peak.

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it.” Mr brown haired said with a cocky smile. “Strip her already, I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.” Mr green eyes said, not masking the lust glistening from his eyes. My chest felt like it would rip open at any second with the way my heart pounded against it. What was more exciting? The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names.

Maya answered, her voice trembling with excitement. I pulled out of Sarah completely and turned my attention to Maya. I guided her onto her back on the cold floor of the stall. I spread her legs wide, positioning her knees at my shoulders. Her eyes were wide and pleading as I lined up my cock with her dripping entrance. I pushed forward, feeling her tightness grip me, her inner muscles contracting around my shaft. I started to move, slow and deliberate strokes that felt like heaven. I watched her face contort with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. "You're so tight," I groaned, leaning down to kiss her lips. "You feel amazing."

Then I pulled my hands tight over my belly and looked down, knowing full well my panties were soaked. Father Michaels regarded me for a moment, inspecting my body. Then he said in a deep baritone, “Everything.” My gaze met his. His gray eyes were like hard steel; almost expressionless and very serious. I immediately complied, filled with lust for him. I slipped my bra off, releasing my ample chest. My nipples immediately hardened. Then I moved my hands down to my panties and eased them down my hips and thighs, letting them fall to the floor. I was in the habit of shaving my pussy, so my swollen lips were slick with my own juices and the bud of my clit peeked out from my labia, glistening wet

Steve cried out unabashedly as his own orgasm flooded his senses, his cum shooting against the inside of his shorts. Cassie sagged against the front of her car, awash in the afterglow of her orgasm. Knowing that he had been watching turned her on so much that she had cum harder than ever before. Just thinking about the show she had put on for him was exciting her again and she could hardly wait to go inside and continue masturbating.

Then, I wrap one hand around his length and begin to stroke it while the other goes to fingering. Grey's back rises in the air and I pin him down again. "Please, please... Oh, fuck." He begins to mutter incoherent words as I increase the stroking. I watch him as he reaches climax and right after he yells, "I'm cumming," he nuts in my hands. Grey's breathing is ragged, his entire face flushed, but something tells me the hunger in both of us isn't ending anytime soon. His heat pheromones haven't lessened one bit.

Alex whispered, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Marcus pressed another button on the remote. The machine sprang to life, the dildo sliding into Alex's tight hole in a slow, deep thrust. Alex cried out, his body arching against his restraints. The machine was relentless, its rhythm steady and unforgiving. It fucked him with a mechanical precision that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. Marcus circled him, his camera clicking, capturing every angle, every moment of Alex's degradation and pleasure. He would occasionally reach out and pinch Alex's nipples, or stroke his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last second.

Thick, veiny, impossibly hard, jutted between her smooth thighs, leaking lots of precum. A buff guy came behind her, his heavy swinging pipe pressing against her bleached pink hole. I almost came on the spot. Picturing myself as the guy behind Kira, my dick leaking like a teenager's. He gripped her hips, slamming her down his rod, her pink tiny pucker gaping open. Her eyes widened, legs shaky, lips parting in a whimper, staring directly at the camera. At me.

I start to stroke it. I widen my legs well and I use my other free hand to cup one of my breast. I start to stroke my clit, faster and faster until I start feeling this pressure inside my stomach. Suddenly thoughts of Mr. Grey floods my brain. I think of his hard gaze on me all the time. I think of the day that he was helping me clean my wounds, how his hand grazed my skin and I was set on fire. I think of him calling my name roughly. I start to whimper and gasp for air.