The Grind Is Real Novels & Stories

Leonard's POV “D*** it!” “Give me all the s**** babe!” “F***!” “Grind that spot you b****!” “Grind it like your lifeline is tied to it!” I groaned in pleasure as Tricia continued to grind my d*** with her h****p** I had no intention of getting her f***** today, but she sure knows when I need to release some tension. “Arrrrrrrgh!” I jerked her off my lap and bent her over my study room mahogany table. This girl has made me realize how strong this table is.

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

Grimm’s grind so close to any female I’ve had; so wet and impatient for dick they can’t sit still. “No teasing Top,” Grimm nips my lower lip with the warning buck of my hips right in his sweet spot. That response… The hiss and shiver that makes every muscle ripple and Luca’s neck lift in the same plea as his grinding ass…..really could change the entire course of the evening if he doesn’t stop playing.

Some of the creamy spinach soup had splattered onto the couch, wilted spinach clinging to the armrest in a slimy mess. A pang of regret hit me. This was the last meal I'd ever make for Jayden. Even tossing it would've been better than this. Now, it was smeared all over the floor, making the whole place feel gross. But Jayden wasn't done venting his anger. He grabbed the mahogany chair and slammed it into the wall. The concrete had only been applied that day, and the impact tore a chunk out. A pale hand stuck out from the crumbling wall. One look from Jayden, and he'd see my corpse stuffed inside.

I grind. “And I need you alive.” He drags my waistband down in one impatient haste and pushes into me in one brutal, claiming thrust that knocks a curse out of me. “Pick which of those loses.” It’s obscene that I moan. It’s worse that the profanity I shoot at him sounds like prayer. He pins my wrist with one hand and my nape with the other and sets a rhythm that’s more argument than apology. Sharp, relentless, punishing and perfect. The table groans. My breath saws.

“Dude, are you going to save her?” Steele asked, looking at us. “Nope. She got herself into that mess, she can get herself out of it.” Maddox was enjoying the show. However, the song changed to Grind on Me by Pretty Ricky. Jo completely shoved Cade out of the way and pulled me against her. Vivian, Brett, Willow, and a handful of other people gathered around to dance. I could feel Maddox’s eyes on my ass as I made sure to move right on the beat. Slowly and pushing it out.

He ground her down against him in slow, deliberate circles, forcing her clit to drag along the base of his cock while he stayed buried to the hilt. The new pressure was devastating. Evelyn moaned loudly, as the slow grind rubbed her exactly where she needed it. “Roman—oh god—yes… like that—” He kept the pace torturously slow, rolling his hips in deep, filthy circles, his cum still leaking out with every grind, making everything slicker, messier. The lewd sounds grew even louder. Evelyn soon shattered with a loud, broken cry, walls pulsing and squeezing around him as her release crashed over her.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

Theodore stumbled backward, nearly collapsing in shock. Their expressions cycled rapidly from lifeless vacancy to wide-eyed incredulity, then to unbridled ecstasy, and finally to an overwhelming, fiery intensity that threatened to consume me whole. My sunglasses slid down, revealing the face that had haunted their dreams night after night. My lips curved into a seductive, knowing smile. "It's been a while, my former paymasters. I like this bracelet. You wouldn't fight me for it, would you?"

His hands wouldn't stop shaking. By the time dusk bled through the windows, turning the fog outside into something bruised and purple, Marcus couldn't stand the silence anymore. He needed people. Real people. Living, breathing humans who existed in mirrors and had pulses and didn't speak in riddles about integration, authenticity and remembering who you really are.