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Greyson

“Greyson?” Lilly whispers, lifting her face from my chest and looking at me through tear-soaked eyes.

“Yes, baby?” I brush my thumb over her cheek.

I don’t know how long I’ve been comforting her for, but the tv turned off about ten minutes ago where it’s been left paused for a while. And the only light source was coming from the fairy lights she has wrapped around her bed frame.

“Can you make me feel?”

I look at her confused, make her feel?

“What do you mean, baby?”

She leans back, grabbing my hand and lifting it beneath her shit until it’s cupping her boob. “Make me feel, Greyson,” she looks at me with doe shaped eyes. “ Please .”

“Lil-Bug…”

“Please, Greyson. I just want to feel you,” she squeezes her hand on top of mine. “All I can feel is his hands touching me, making my skin crawl. I want the memories to go awa y. I want you to touch me, to make me feel. Please .”

My heart breaks for her.

She was thirteen. Fucking thirteen . Nobody should have to go through sexual assault. Ever .

When she told me about it, my heart ached for her. But as she continued, recounting the situation with a trembling voice, my sadness turned into rage. The thought of that useless piece of shit sexually assaulting her, and her own mother dismissing her cries for help made my blood boil.

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to go to her mom’s house and fucking burn it to the ground, and then I wanted to find that piece of shit and torture him until he’s begging for life, and then take away that last sliver of oxygen he begged for so desperately.

But most of all, there was nothing I wanted more in this world than to protect Lilly. To make her feel safe, make her understand that I’m always here for her, that I’m not going anywhere.

I could feel her nipples hardening beneath my touch, and I didn’t realize I was squeezing at her boobs until a low moan escapes her parted lips.

“Greyson.” Her voice is a tremor, the softness traveling straight to my cock.

I don’t waste a second before I’m leaning in and smashing my lips to hers.

The way she’s kissing me is like she’s desperate for me, almost like I’m the only one who can make her feel. And that’s all I want, is to make her feel.

My other hand reaches out and lands on her neck, pulling her closer to me. I could tas te the salt of her tears on her lips, but I didn’t care about that. All that mattered was that she was here, in my arms, and she was safe.

Gripping the nape of my head, she pulls at my hair making a groan leave my throat.

How is this girl so fucking perfect at kissing?

The kiss breaks and we’re both gasping for air, but that doesn’t stop her grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head. Her heavy boobs come into view, and I groan. Fucking beautiful. Everything about her is so fucking perfect. She’s fucking perfect.

“Fuck, Lil-Bug.” I groan, moving my hands to her hips and squeezing at them.

We stay there for a few moments, gazing into each other’s eyes before I’m flipping us over so her back is on the mattress and I’m hovering above her.

“Your door is locked, right?” I ask, glancing toward the door.

God forbid her dad walks in while I’m face deep into his daughter’s pussy.

She laughs. “Yeah, I locked the door.”

“Good.” I smile.

Peppering kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and across her collar bone, her chest rises and falls as a low moan emanates from her lips.

“Greyson.” She says, almost like she’s begging for more.

And I give it to her.

My hands reach out, gliding along her skin until I’m at the waist band of her sweats. Tracing my fingers along her lower stomach, she gasps as I hook my fingers beneath the h em and pull them down her legs.

But, I make the stupid mistake of glancing down, and what I see is not what I excepted. “You’re not wearing underwear?” I announce, shocked.

“No,” she shakes her head. “Never do when I’m at home. Gotta let the girl breathe and all that.”

Chuckling, I lift her left leg up and place delicate kisses along her inner leg. Making my way up her thigh, I take a second to remember everything I learnt. And once my breath fans against her gleaming wet pussy, she gasps.

“Greyson, please.”

I look from her pussy to her face, and then back again. I haven’t even touched her, yet I can see her pussy glistening from the wetness.

This is because of me?

Do I really have this effect on her?

Why does that make my stomach feel queasy…in a good way.

“I want to taste you,” I confess, lifting my eyes from her soaking wet pussy to her face. “Can I?”

Leaning on her elbows, her eyes lock onto mine. “Please,” she breathes out, her chest rising and falling. “ Please , Greyson.”

Standing from the bed, I grip her hips and pull her toward the edge before kneeling onto the carpeted floor. I’m acting like I know what I’m doing, but I don’t.

No amount of books I read, notes she’d given me, porn I’ve watched, or even articles I’ve looked at myself could’ve prepared me for this.

I keep my eyes locked onto hers as my tongue darts out and licks at her sweet pussy.

Her hips jerk into my face and a low moan filters past her gorgeous plump lips.

Tasting her on my fingers after I finger fucked her last week was one thing but tasting her while my tongue is at the center of the sweetness, holy fuck …no words could describe how it feels.

I try to remember everything I read and watched, but my mind goes blank. So, I have no choice but to go in blind and pray I don’t fuck this up.

Licking from her slit to her clit, my tongue flicks at the swollen bud before sucking it into my mouth and releasing it almost instantly.

She cries above me as I suck, nip, and lick at her. I feel her hand snake into my hair, pulling hard, but I’m too occupied with devouring her to feel the pain that she’s causing me.

Bringing my fingers up, I plunge two inside her until I’m knuckles deep, curling them the way she begged me to last time.

“Greyson!” She moans, the grip on my hair tightening.

I grin into her. I fucking love the power I have over her. I love how my mouth being on her is causing this much pleasure for her. And my cock is jolting against my Sweats with every movement I make.

Continuing to fuck her with my fingers, I suck her clit in and out of my mouth, making sure to steal glances at her to see the look of pure euphoria on her face.

“Greyson, I’m close.” She moans, thrusting her hips into my fingers.

My fingers fuck her faster, and my tongue dances across her clit like I’m trying to win the fastest dancer competition—if that’s even a thing.

And then I feel it, her walls clenching beneath my fingers.

My cock jerks, and I groan l oudly into her as she continues riding my fingers. Pulling my hair, she cries out my name as her walls unleash and the barriers break. The sexiest fucking moans escape those luscious lips of hers as her back arches off the bed while her other hand grips at the comforter beside her.

I continue sucking, licking, and groaning around her clit as her sweet fucking cum coats my face and hands.

She tastes so fucking sweet, and if I had a favorite dessert, the taste of her would most definitely top it. So, it’s a good job I don’t have one, because nothing could top this. Nothing could top her.

She’s so addictive. It's not just the taste of her—that's a bonus—but everything about her is addictive, and I just can't seem to get enough.

And as I pull back and stand up, I glance down at my Sweats to see a wet spot. And I freeze, my face reddening as realization settles in.

I fucking came while eating her out.

My head turns in Lilly's direction to see if she's noticed, and I see her already looking in my direction, her eyes on the wet spot of my sweats.

She gulps, and then she slowly raises her eyes to look at me. “Did you just…”

“I, uh—” I look between her and my sweats, praying that by some miracle the wet spot will disappear. “I, uh…”

This is so embarrassing.

“Holy fuck,” her mouth parts as she looks at me, her blue eyes sparkling. “That's fucking hot.”