Milly Grace Porn Novels & Stories

Grace- Get out of my head, I should’ve said no, why didn’t I move? I couldn’t move, fuck me… It’s me, Grace Rue. A girl with problems, the only thing I’m allowed to marry, I don’t deserve a man, especially one like Phoenix. He's doing things, he’s maybe cast a certain spell inside my veins that’s luring me inside his trap, a rather beautiful one. There’s Archie, who says he loves me but wants my body, there’s Levi, who wants my body but doesn’t fuck me, and then there’s Phoenix, who doesn’t fuck me but loves me.

Camille agreed. Grace leaned forward, her grin wicked. "Okay, listen up. Here are my three statements. One – I once hacked into a government database just to prove I could. Two – I met a celebrity and had no idea who they were until after they left. Three – I have a tattoo in a place none of you would ever guess." A moment of stunned silence. Then Maria threw up her hands. "Okay, what?" "You hacked into a government database?" Priya demanded. Grace shrugged, sipping her drink. "Did I?"

The moan sounded so funny in Grace's ear that she flinched. Something was trying to enter roughly on the bottom of her hips, her ten fingers gripping the back of the man above without a single shirt. Their skin touched each other and it felt very hot. A hot, wild young Grace that awakens Mr.Charmond's youth as twenty years old. "You're the first woman I've had sex with, Grace. And I enjoy my needs as a man." He smiled triumphantly after firing several times inside. Grace cried, enduring the pain, anger that filled the whole body. But she was tired and her energy had been drained by a relationship that had just left bloodstains on the sheets.

Her voice followed, filled with seething rage, "We'll see about that, street rat!" Once in my room, my phone buzzed with a message from Marco. [We're settled in the west wing guest room. All's well.] [We've discovered it was Miss Victoria who had nails scattered on your path.] Victoria. I typed back, [Keep tabs on her.] I walked over to the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate swallowed by the night. Twinkling lights cast a luxurious glow, luring people in like bait in a trap. Who would be the prey?

Taking off my uniform, I rushed to mum's room, trying out all her sexy nightwears, before settling for one with a plunge neckline. I also took a suction base dildo she'd hidden away since she got married. It wasn't as big as Frank's dick, but it would do. I leaned backwards, resting my back against the sofa as I turned on Frank's laptop. He had no idea that I knew his password. I was going to have so much fun with myself. I played the first p**n video I saw. It was a scene of a woman giving a passionate blowjob. 'Fuck, that was hot', I thought as the woman fit his entire dick in her mouth without gagging.

The slight pain mixed with the pleasure made everything sharper. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Me pinning you down and fucking you senseless.” “Yes,” she gasped. “Harder… please.” Jake obliged. He leaned over her, his chest against her back, and pounded into her. One hand slid under her to rub her clit in fast circles. The other kept her hair gripped tight. Mira’s orgasm built fast. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched around his cock again and again. “I’m gonna come,” she warned, her voice breaking.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

Kale pov “Can I see your cock, Daddy?” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, soft, breathy, filthy, and so fucking sweet coming from Miles’s mouth. My dick throbbed violently against the confines of my slacks, already leaking enough to darken the fabric. Every filthy fantasy I’d buried for months roared to the surface at once: him on his knees, lips stretched wide, throat working around me while he whimpered and begged for more.

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

Grace thought as she mentally smacked herself. Richard smiled and said, "It's a tough job. Dealing with millennials is a tough job, but I'm teaching them what I've always loved. So it feels good." They continued talking for another hour, and ordered more drinks. Before Grace knew what was happening, she was in the back of Richard's car, which was parked in a secluded place, tearing off his clothes and letting him do anything he wanted to her body. He was rough but it turned her on more than anything. Soon, he was holding her waist as she sat on top of him, completely naked, and guided her body to move the way he wanted it to. Grace was too drunk to feel anything but pleasure, and she continu