The Grind Is Real Novels & Stories

He, O’Grady, was about to start a Fight Club, to step up in the ladder of life. Having a wh*re who was shared with his brother, would not be good for his image. He laughed, but a humorless sound emitted as he pulled out his hip flask and drank. “These women will come and go, Saint. She knew what she was signing up for when she put her stamp on that document.” He moved and his brother quickly eased Bianca’s sleeping body into his arms. O’Grady continued in a flat voice, “Our little martyr here knew what she was signing up for when she joined us. The fact that she’s loving every minute of being f*cked, shows she’s a little wh*re, that’s all. She’ll go on spreading her legs, showing off her pre

I asked. He lowered himself into the seat, closed his eyes, and exhaled a low moan. It was a deep, sexual sound that was wholly inappropriate for the occasion and set my teeth on edge. “Excuse me,” he said, his cheeks reddening. “It’s the nature of my bargain. I never anticipated that having a substantial spindle would be such a burden.” “Spindle?” I mouthed. Griff leaned into me and whispered, “He probably sold himself for a larger cock.”

The first thing I learned about reality was that it was loud. Not the rhythmic, digital hum of the Under-Net or the harmonic vibration of the High-Band, but a chaotic, unscripted symphony of wind, gravel, and the deep, guttural thrum of a machine that didn't know how to "self-repair."

When it finally crests and you think you’re done—when you’re sobbing and shaking and can’t take any more—do it again. Shove your fist back in while you’re still coming. Grind deep. …Rub harder. Make yourself come a second time before the first one even finishes. Don’t you dare slow down. Keep that fist buried deep in your wrecked, dripping cunt and grind like your life depends on it. Feel how your walls are still spasming from the first orgasm, clamping down so tight it almost hurts? Force another one right on top of it. No break. No mercy. Just pure, overwhelming overload.

I can feel his erection pressing against me, and I grind down on him, earning a low groan from him. "People are going to see you, baby. They're going to see you grinding down on me, just trying to feel what belongs to only you. I bet you like that though. You like the thought of people watching you." He whispers to me, pumping his fingers quickly and hearing my pants and moans for him. I'm close. I'm so close, and someone is bound to hear me.

My ass pushed out and he was right there again grinding his bulge slowly against my bare slit, this time the head of his cock pressing right along my wet folds through the fabric. The pressure made my clit throb harder and my tits swung heavy under the useless apron. “Shit… it’s rubbing right on my pussy now,” I whispered, my voice cracking. My thighs trembled and I had to grip the cabinet to stay upright. Every slow grind sent sparks up my spine and I could feel my walls fluttering like they were trying to suck him in even though he was still zipped up. Marcus leaned down his breath hot on my neck. “Good. That’s exactly where I want it. Grind back harder Elena. Show me how much you need thi

The room felt alive and vibrant, a reflection of the person who inhabited it. “Oh wow! I didn't know you played the guitar as well, or paint.” She whispered to herself even though Zach wasn't in the room. It was empty when she came in. She could have sworn she heard his voice and asked her to come in before though. Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound from the adjoining bathroom, and her heart quickened. Zach emerged, a towel draped over his shoulders, and wearing a grey pair of sweatpants that was low on his waist, showing off the deep V of his lower abdomen, his damp hair falling messily across his forehead. He had abs that looked like they were carved from a rock and she realized that he

I pulled out his shaft and let it down as I started grinding on it from the fabric of my panties. He threw his head back with exhales. Has anyone done this to him? I can do a lot more of it. I had research and surely, he won't resist me. I don't know when I become too bold, but I wanted him. He wants me for sex, and I'll do everything for him to never resist me anymore. I grind hard and deep until my clit is brushing on that hard cock. He held my hips as I grind more on him. "Maeve, I don't know what you are doing but, you are driving me crazy." He muttered breathlessly.

After being exposed to paraquat, my internal organs felt as though they were being torn apart. I looked at the family in front of me with detest. The pain in my body made it impossible for me to stand up. "Haha, Mom, she looks like she is dying." Jessie Charles' son pointed at me and laughed, while Raymond Lockhart stroked the little boy's head and spoke lovingly, "Yes, she deserves it. She is a bad person. She stays in our house and refuses to leave."

Bowen Group would also reconsider her engagement to Logan. That night, she scrambled to hire the best PR firm, preparing for the storm of bad press she was sure I'd unleash. Just as the team was focused on social media and waiting to handle the fallout, the first trending topic appeared. "Logan's ex-girlfriend, Rafaela, threatens his fiancée Anna—trying to sabotage their engagement with her death!" "The scheming Rafaela attempts to make a comeback with her child after years of being away but loses everything instead!" I hadn't published dirt on Anna. All I had was dirt on me. I chose to take the blame.