Alexia Grace Sex Novels & Stories

his sexy voice filled the room and then he gulped down, stood up from his couch, and headed towards me and Grace. Grace was trying her best to hold onto something at all. Her eyes can't focus anymore from how professional and intense I was administering to her pussy. She was turning into a mess but she didn't want me to stop "Please..." she begged, pleaded, and whimpered but it wasn't for it to stop but for more. Her body was already having enough as she felt filled with pleasure but she couldn't get enough as it's the sweetest and most addicting thing in the world, so no matter how many times she felt like she was about to die, no matter how much she felt suffocated, no matter how many time

Damian said to her ***** “You can’t go down there now!” Grace said “Why? Why do you want me to let Isabelle go for no reason?!” Alex yelled at her She stopped. She was going to reply him but she stopped. She felt an energy enter the house. She looked at him “What’s wrong?” Alex asked “Anna, she’s back. I can feel her. That was fast. Alex, you have to put this in Damian’s chest, now! If he wakes up before you do, he would be unstoppable! They are in his bedroom” Grace said as she handed him a dagger

I dispelled his doubts before he misunderstood what I said and began to hover over me once more. "I told you before, Miss Grace, that for me, sex is like food. Sometimes I want chicken, sometimes I like omelets, and occasionally I just want green salads. Similarly, I changed women every night based on my personal preferences. My assistant has big breasts, while Rosy has pink cheeks. Alexi has a big round ass...," "Okay, I understand. I'm not interested in learning about your list of sleeping partners. Tell me what it is about me that you find so fascinating that you drove me into this pointless marriage to satisfy your obstinacy."

Alex Phil, my so-called fiance, sat there with his legs crossed, undeniably handsome. Clearly, Alice and Victoria were not blind. This 'Mr. Phil' caught my eye, his look a mix of curiosity, judgment, and a good dose of scorn. "Miss Elvira," he said, standing and putting down his drink, "I'm Alex." "Hello." We shook hands, and I sat down beside him. He wasted no time in starting a conversation. "I've heard you used to be a..." "Boxer." "That's quite unusual. Not many women in the ring."

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through

Yours forever the caption on their proposal pictures said, and I felt a stupid wave of relief. It was weird seeing her in a more normal context, without her pussy spread with a huge dildo, and slut scrawled across her tits. I couldn’t help but wonder how many other people on Grace’s friends list Julian might have had sex with. How many others had been desperate for him, offering themselves up for dildos and marker pen? What else had he done with them? What were the limits of his filth?

Julian exhales, low and pained. “In private.” ** The living room is painfully bright. Grace stands near the fireplace; her mother lounges on the couch, still clutching a cappuccino like it’s armor. “I’m sleeping with Julian,” Grace says. There’s no preamble. No mercy. The words drop like iron into the silence. Her mother blinks once. Sets the cup down. “Excuse me?” “I said I’m sleeping with your husband.” “You—” Her mouth opens, closes. Her voice cracks. “Are you drunk?”

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

“I don’t want his attention. I want a normal life. A stable career. Maybe someday a nice guy who doesn’t make me feel like I’m about to be swallowed whole every time he looks at me.” “Sweetheart,” Lila said gently, “men like Damien Blackwood don’t give you normal. They give you unforgettable.” Grace fell silent, her thoughts a whirlwind of fear, frustration, and yes an undeniable flicker of curiosity she hated herself for. By the time Grace left the café, she was determined to put Damien out of her mind. She marched into the office, buried herself in spreadsheets, and avoided the Blackwood International side of the building like it was cursed ground.

She was happy and content with her lot in life, and if taking a playmate in my bed was what it would take to keep us mated, then so be it. With her permission, the idea of taking Grace appealed to me more and more. I would find myself spying on Grace, watching her as she undressed, as she showered. Everything. As her feelings for you grew, I could see the innocent sexuality awakening in her and it drove me wild. I would see her as she began to explore her body, hesitantly touching her breasts, running her fingers over the top of her panties. She let out a little moan once when she touched herself through the material of her underwear and I have never been so hard in my life. I grabbed the ne