Romans & histoires Story 50 Shades Of Grey

Her legs begin to shake. Not even noticing Dahlia almost fully closed her legs she's so into the moment. Dahlia realized if Amellia catches that she disobeyed Dahlia would be in trouble. So Dahlia slowly reopened her legs. Amellia moaning loudly sounds so good. Feeling her pussy grasp my shaft. It's so hard not to cum. If I cum before Amellia is done, she might be upset. I must hold it. I want to fill my wife up with my cream. But little did I realize that infront of me bent over wasn't my wife. I thought Amellia was to the side watching so I didn't dare remove my blindfold. "Ahh faster. Shit.." I heard Amellia say directly infront of me.

My wrists were still free but I kept them at my sides, waiting. Tasha climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist, her wet pussy pressing against my stomach. She leaned down, her breasts brushing mine, and kissed me hard. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting me deeply while her hips rocked forward, grinding her slick folds against my skin. I kissed her back, trying to stay quiet, but a soft breath slipped out when she nipped my lower lip.

Before she get out, she said, "Don't worry, close your eyes and relax. Mr Hayes won't be coming for at least two hours, that's how he is after getting into the office room. By the way, don't sleep and get drowned. I will be back in half an hour. " After she left, I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything that happened today. My life was turned upside down just like that. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and after some time, I felt relaxed at the same time my eyes felt so heavy that I could hardly open my eyes. Then all of a sudden, I was underwater. I wanted to sit back in my position, but I couldn't as my hands were slippery. I felt like I was going to die right there, in the stupid b

Now, he was just a desperate ex begging to be taken back. I looked at Declan and felt nothing but disgust. Just picturing him in bed with Beatrice on the night of our anniversary made my skin crawl. Without giving him another glance, I slipped my arm through Bryson's and commented, "Let's go, honey." Seeing that, Declan rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. "Scarlett, please. I'm begging you. Just this once, forgive me. Look, this is Beatrice's medical record. She lied to me. She never had stomach cancer. Please just read it."

As the sound of our footsteps echoed in the empty space, an unsettling feeling crept up my spine. "I heard you're pregnant." A familiar voice rang out, laced with mockery and disdain. I stopped and turned to face Daisy, who stood in the shadows with her arms crossed. A smirk played on her lips, and her eyes gleamed with malicious excitement. "Looks like I underestimated you, Eleanor." She walked toward me slowly. "But do you know why you haven't had children these past five years?" My fingers clenched, an ominous feeling settling in my heart. Daisy chuckled softly. "Because I didn't want you to have one."

[Emily's POV] I could barely concentrate on reading Sophie her bedtime story because my mind kept replaying every filthy word Mr. Reynolds had said to me downstairs. The way my virgin pussy had gotten so wet just from hearing him talk about wanting to stretch me open made me feel both ashamed and more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life.

Arabella Pov It's been three months since my Luna celebration. I had been working non-stop on pack business all day. I washed up and got into bed with a book. My mates weren't here as they were in their office, handling pack business as well. We're getting married in as little as two weeks, so I'm trying not to overwork myself. I recently started reading fifty shades of grey. Honestly, this book is nothing but pure sex, but it intrigues me, especially after what the triplets decided to do to me a month ago.

while his eyes glistened with mischief. As soon as those words left his mouth, he began ramming into me again with a speed he knew I craved, going all the way into me repeatedly while I dug my fingernails into his back, constantly begging for more of him, as if I could handle any more than what he was already giving me. After a few more rounds of this, I let out one last scream as I got off my high, panting rapidly, drenched in sweat, as Liam, whose hands were now weak, crashed on top of me and laid there for a few seconds.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.