Fifty Shades of Gray - Grayson Dolan Imagine

Episode 15 - DIRTY 18+

AGAIN! Before you begin reading, here's a warning that there is dirty content coming ahead! You won't miss any important details to know throughout the story, so you can feel free to skip if you aren't comfortable reading these types of stories! Let's continue on with the story!

*Y/N's POV*

The pleasure was indescribable. 

Grayson: "You're biting your lip, and you haven't answered me." He's frowning. I grin up at him impishly. He looks glorious with his tousled hair, burning brown eyes and serious expression. 

"I'd like to do that again." I whisper. For a moment, I think I see a look of relief on his face. Before the shutters come down, he gazes at me through hooded eyes. 

Grayson: "Would you now Y/N?" He murmurs dryly. He leans down and kisses me very gently at the corner of my mouth. "Demanding little thing aren't you. Turn on your front." I blink at him momentarily, and then I turn over. he unhooks my bra and runs his hand down my back to my behind. 

Grayson: "You really have the most beautiful skin." He murmurs. He shifts so that one of his legs push between mine. He's half lying across my back. I can feel the buttons of his shirt pressing into my back. He gathers my hair off my face and kisses my bare shoulder. 

"Why are you wearing your shirt?" He stills. After a beat, he shuffles out of his shirt, and he lies back down one me. I feel his warm skin against mine. It feels heavenly. He has little hairs across his chest, which tickle my back

Grayson: "So you want me to fuck you again?" He begins his trail feather light kisses around my ear and down my neck. "I'm going to take you from behind Y/N." He murmurs. His hand moves down, skimming my waist, over my hip, and down my thigh to the back of my knee. He pushes my knee up higher, and my breath hitches. He shifts so he lies between my legs, pressed against my back, and his hand travels up my thigh to my behind. He caresses my cheek slowly, then trails his fingers down between my legs. He grasps my hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding me in place. "You are mine. Only mine. Don't forget it." His voice is intoxicating, his words steady, seductive. 

I feel his growing erection against my thigh. His long fingers reach round to gently massage my clitoris, circling slowly. His breath is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw. "You smell divine." He nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, round and round. My hips started to circle, mirroring his hands as pleasure spikes through me. 

Grayson: "Keep still." He orders, his voice soft but urgent. Slowly he inserts his thumb inside me, rotating around and around, stroking the front wall of my vagina. The effect is mind-blowing-all my energy concentrating on this small space inside my body. "You like this?" He asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear. He starts to flex his thumb slowly in, out, in out...his fingers still circling. I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the sensation. His fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my body. I moan. "You're so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, Y/N. I like that. I like that a lot." 

I want to stiffen my legs, but I can't move. He's pinning me down, keeping up a tortuous rhythm. I moan again, and he moves suddenly. "I want to fuck your mouth Y/N and I will soon." He reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head so I cannot move. I'm ensnared by him, and he's poised and ready to take me once more. "We're going to go real slow this time Y/N." He breathes. 

And slowly he eases into me, slowly until he'd buried in me. Stretching, filling, relentlessly I moan loudly. It feels deeper this time. I grown, and he circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat and then eases his way back in. He repeats this motion again and again. It's driving me insane. His teasing, deliberately slow thrust and the intermittent feelings of fullness is overwhelming. "You feel so good." He groans. My insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits. "Oh no, baby not yet." He murmurs. 

As the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again. "Oh please." I beg. I'm not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so tight, craving release. "I want you sore baby." He murmurs. He continues his sweet leisurely torment, backward, forward. "Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine." 

"Please Grayson." I whisper. 

Grayson: "What do you want Y/N? Tell me." He pulls out and moves slowly back into me, circling his hips once more. "Tell me." He murmurs. 

"You, please." He increases the rhythm, and his breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quickening, and Grayson picks up the rhythm. 

Grayson: "You. Are. So. Sweet. I. Want. You. So. Much." He murmurs between each thrust. "You. Are. Mine. Cum for me baby." He growls. His words are my undoing, tipping me over the precipice. My body convulses around him, I loudly call out a garbled version of his name into the mattress. Grayson follows with two sharp thrusts. He freezes, pouring himself into me as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, his face in my hair. 

Grayson: "Fuck Y/N." He breathes. He pulls out of me immediately and rolls onto his side of the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, utterly spent. I immediately drift off or pass out into an exhausted sleep.