Reading Fifty Shades Of Grey Novels & Stories

Lily sat astride his lap, and with one swift motion, her wetness sheathed his pulsating member. Lily's soft whimpers filled the room. Grey's own gasps soon joined hers. She gyrated her hips against him, intensifying the pleasure that drowned them in waves. Grey watched her enchanting movements with his eyes half-closed. Her ebony black hair cascaded down her back like an endless waterfall. She had her red lips parted and her eyes closed. The ecstatic look on her angelic face gave him goosebumps. It was the prettiest scene he'd ever seen in his life.

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

I trailed off, frowning at his unreadable expression. He looked like he was either battling an internal war or fighting the urge to strangle me. His eyes, glacial as usual, now flickered with a fire that went beyond anger. Something I couldn't quite catch. Wait... Suddenly, the awkwardness of our position hit me like a ton of bricks—something straight out of Fifty Shades of Grey. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the papers against my face. What was wrong with me? Scrambling to my feet, I clutched the notebook to my chest like it could shield me from the red, hot mortification flooding through me.

''I'm pretty sure there's a lot of things you don't know about me too,'' I mutter, picking up one book from the shelve. Elia breathes out, ''Of course. I don't know you but I'm guessing you don't even like political issues.'' Then, I roll my eyes—putting the book back down. I look at him, seeing that he has a playful smile on his face; showing how he's just fooling around. ''You caught me,'' I walk towards the Romance section; looking at the books that isn't too cliché or too cheesy. As he stops beside me, he picks up a book that I didn't seem to realise earlier, Fifty Shades of Grey which makes my eyes widen before laughing, ''You have a bad taste in books,'' I say, looking at a book called

“Because you are going to do more than just a lap dance, mine. We’ll be doing something more tempting, hot and intimate.” I thought this is nothing like 50 Shades of Grey?!

However, as time unfolded, she began to discern the various hidden aspects of his character, previously concealed within the depths of his dark, obsidian eyes. The unpredictability of his shades was such a confounding storm and nerve-wracking to even realise what to comprehend from it. Unaware of when or how it happened, she found herself falling for him without having any reality of it. The moment was indefinable, occurring without warning, without a care in the world as sudden and unforeseen as a storm in the clearest of days.

***WARNING*** Sexy times! Jada Wilson Mr. Grey wasted no time licking his fingers and hers clean, staring into the depths of her eyes, trying to see into the woman's soul that was invading his senses. A heat started its way to her core once more at the warm sensation of his tongue licking her fingers. And a picture of her spread before him as he ran his tongue up and down the length of her heat invaded her mind and senses. She closed her eyes at the image, and when she opened it again, Mr. Grey was almost smirking down at her.

My eyes kept wandering in each section and it stopped in romance. Ooh, looks like someone likes reading romantic books. I giggled looking at my uncle and went towards the shelf. I kept reading the titles and all the books were emotional ones because I have seen the movies which are adapted from those books. So my eyes moved more upward to look at the books at the top of the shelf. "TF!" My eyes went wide, looking at the whole set of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. It's hard to believe Uncle reads this type of book too, he doesn't look like a romantic person who would read erotic stuff. But why are they kept at the top of the shelf?

I made her understand. "Okay," I sighed as she understood me. "What you're doing?" I asked. "I was searching for movies on N*****x. I'm not understanding what to watch, getting bore." I grinned mischievously as something came into mind. "Watch fifty shades of grey. You'll get to know more about the BDSM relationship." I suggested, smirking.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.