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Greyson

“Greyson, please.” Lilly begs, panting as we break away from the kiss.

Pushing her against my bedroom wall, my hands roam her body as I smash my lips to hers again. My fingers stretch, trying to find the zipper to this dress that’s been teasing me all goddamn fucking night. And once I locate it, the dress is off her quicker than I could blink.

I pull away from the kiss, my hands still roaming her body as I take her in…and holy fuck.

“You weren’t wearing any panties?” I growl, my hands squeezing her hips.

She squeaks, slamming her back against the wall as her chest heaves up and down. “Thought you’d like it.” She breathlessly responds.

“Like?” A throaty laugh escapes me. “More like fucking love.”

Reaching out, I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her whimper. And fuck, I love it when she whimpers. But I love her more.

Leaning forward, my lips pepper kisses along her jaw, sucking the sweet spot behind her ear before descen ding the kisses lower. My lips brush against her nipple, and I stick my tongue out, licking it before pulling it into my mouth and sucking.

“Greyson, please.” Her pleas come out in throaty, breathless gasps.

“What do you want?” I ask, lifting my head to look at her.

I know exactly what she wants, but I want her to ask me—I don’t know why, but I get a thrill out of knowing how desperate and needy she is for me.

“You.” She gasps as I pinch her other nipple.

“Where?”

“Fuck,” she hisses, her back arching off the wall. Grabbing my hand, she runs it along her stomach until it presses against her soaking wet cunt. “I want you here.” She begs, rubbing my hand against her.

Grinning, I press a kiss to her lips before lowering myself onto my knees. My fingers brush against her thighs, and I hear the sharp intake of breath coming from her, making me grin more.

Grabbing her right leg, I prop it over my shoulder and watch as her soaking wet pussy comes into clear view.

Holy fuck.

She’s so wet. Like soaking. And that’s all because of me.

“W-what are you doing?” She stutters.

My eyes move to look at her, and with a grin on my face, I say. “I’m hungry, and I’m getting my sweet fix for the day.”

Lilly is obsessed with popcorn, that’s where she gets her fix from. But me, I’m obsessed with her. And tasting her sweetness, it’s something I look forward to all the goddamn time.

I suppose, in a way, I’m like my mother. Both addicted to something. With her it was drugs, and with me , it’s Lilly.

I’ll always be addicted to Lilly.

My tongue darts out, lying flat against her pussy, and I grumble as I get the first taste of my favorite sweetness.

Addicted, I told you.

“Fuck, Greyson.” She moans. Her hands grip my hair, pulling at the strands, and as painful as it is, it’s also a huge turn on.

Who knew I loved hair pulling?

I close my eyes, savoring this moment as I suck her clit into my mouth, sucking slowly and twirling my tongue around causing her to moan, groan, and cry out my name.

If I wasn’t so preoccupied with the task at hand, I’d be grinning. And inside, I am. Feathering light touches around her stomach, my fingers inch higher and I pinch her nipple between my fingers. She moans louder, and the grip on my hair tightens.

“Greyson, please.” She whimpers.

“Patience, baby.” I grumble against her pussy.

Bringing my hand down from her tits, I thrust two fingers inside until my knuckles brush against her skin, and the sounds that reverberate around the room from her is like ecstasy. Her hips buckle, and the hand in my hair loosens slightly, before tightening again.

As my fingers thrust in and out of her, my tongue dances against her clit. She grinds herself into me, and I could feel her walls clenching against my fingers.

Curling my fingers, the pads of them press against her gspot, and a grumble leaves my throat as she cries out in pleasure.

“Greyson, I’m so close,” she confesses, but I already knew that. I could feel how close she was. “ Please .”

I glance up at her to see her eyes rolling back, her face filled with complete euphoria.

“Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” I confess, my fingers diving into her.

“Greyson, please.” She begs.

“Say it back,” I remove my fingers, my movements stilling as I look at her. “Say you love me, and I’ll let you come.”

She doesn’t even need to tell me because either way, I’m going to let her come. But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear her velvety, raw, and breathless voice as she tells me that she loves me.

“Please let me come, Greyson. Please. ” She grinds her hips, trying to get the friction, but I tsk, shaking my head.

“Say it.” I press my thumb against her clit.

“I love you, Greyson!” She cries out. “ Please , baby. Please.”

Plunging my fingers back in, she cries, begging for more. Greedy girl. My thumb rubs against her clit, and my fingers curl and uncurl inside her.

I wanted to so badly suck her clit into my mouth again, but I also wanted to see the way her face morphed into pleasure when she came because truthfully, watching the pleasure on her face, it’s a top ten for me.

“Oh, fuck…Greyson. Please. Fuck .” Her hips grind harder against me.

“Come for me, baby.” I command, my thumb rubbing more viciously against her clit.

She moans, her walls clenching around my fingers, and I can feel her legs shaking as her body gears up to give her one of many orgasms she’ll be receiving tonight.

She cries out my name as she comes undone, her head slams against the wall as her eyes roll back, and her mouth parts as I continue thrusting in her, letting her ride out her high.

And once her body is tired enough, I release my fingers and grin, staring up at her to see how breathless she is.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling as she tries to calm herself down. Lifting her shaky leg off my shoulder, I glide my hands up her hips and stand with a satisfied grin on my face.

Bringing my fingers to my mouth, my tongue darts out to get a taste. Hmm, so sweet. And I need her to see how sweet. Gripping her neck, I pull her closer and shove my fingers down her throat. She gags, her eyes widening, but it’s not with desperation for me to stop…it’s with desperation for more.

“Can you taste how sweet you are?” I growl. She grumbles around my fingers, nodding her head. “I fucking love it,” I admit. “You know what it tastes like?” I ask, and she shakes her head, making me chuckle. Pulling my fingers from her throat, she heaves out a breath as she coughs. Leaning in, my breath fans her ear as I say. “Tastes like mine.”

“Yours.” She breathlessly nods.

“Hmm,” I nod, gripping her neck tighter. “Mine.” And then my lips are on hers.