Page 86 of Shadowed With Fear

One finger enters me, then another. There’s a slight burn at the feeling as my walls clench and grasp at him, stretching in a new way.

I hiss but it turns into a moan as his tongue languidly strokes my clit.

“Grays,” I whine, tugging on his head.

“Shh. Lie back and feel, Dahlia. Feel your body taking me and doing it so well.”

I groan, my head flopping back against the soft pillows. He enters me over and over with slow, strong strokes, the pace never changing. A constant motion allowing him to graze the spot inside me that makes my eyelids flutter, and hips jerk.

“One more,” he groans. “Give me one more, sweet girl and you can have my cock.”

I clench around him. He hummed in approval. “That’s it, just like that.”

He leans forward, blowing lightly against my clit. I whine but he instantly sucks the sensitive bud into the heat of his mouth. I cry out, hips stuttering against him, pussy convulsing around his fingers.

It feels like fire floods my veins and dark spots erupt behind my eyes.

My chest heaves as I suck in quick breaths. He rises to his knees, licking the fingers that were inside me. In the sunlight filtering through the window, I see the glistening evidence of me smeared across his chin.

I sit up onto my elbow reaching out to tug at his shirt.

“Strip for me, pretty boy,” my voice is husky, breathy. He laughs and the sound is light and melodic.

“Pretty boy huh?” He quirks a brow but grabs the back of his shirt tugging it over his head.

His dark curls are ruffled and mussed from my fingers, cheeks rosy and his skin has a light sheen. He looks like a fucking god. Painted in art, molded for power.

“Yeah. Pretty boy. God,” I whisper, hand touching low on his stomach. I feel the muscles tense beneath my palm, but the fucking heat radiating off of him…I want to burn in it.

Grayson tilts his head, looking down at me. “If you start saying God, it better be because you’re referring to me, sweet girl. I’ve told you once, God has nothing to do with this.”

I smirk at him. “You want me to call you God, Grayson.” I taunt. I can see his jaw clench and the signs of him swallowing.

“Honestly, I don’t know if I like the idea of you calling me God more than I do the sound of my name coming from your lips after I’ve made you cum twice. But” he drops down on his hands planted on either side of my head. “Maybe we can test out both and see.”

I kiss him putting all of my needs, wants, and passion into the place where we meet. My hands move to the waist of his sweatpants, tugging at the strings. Nails dragging against his navel. He hisses through his teeth, nipping at my lip.

“Take my cock out, sweet girl. Show me how bad you need me,” he gives me one more sweet kiss on the lips and a small peck on my nose before he leans back. I tug on his sweats, pulling his boxers with them.

My hand wraps around his hardened length, pumping him as languidly as he had licked my pussy. He groans, the sound resonating deep in his chest.

“You like torturing me, don’t you?” He chuckles darkly, and I grin.

“Payback’s a bitch, eh?” I giggle, rising up to kneel in front of him, mirroring the way he’s sitting on the bed.

I copy every action he had taken on my body, kissing him gently, trailing the soft touches along his jaw, feeling the little stubble scratching at my cheek, down his throat sucking lightly, repeating over and over down his chest, torso, until I’m bent at the waist by his hips.

He pants quietly from above me. I lock eyes with him through my lashes as my lips close around the reddened tip of his cock. His eyes glaze over, lids fluttering, before his head falls back against his shoulders.

I lap my tongue against the underside, following the thick veins I feel pulsing against it. When I look back at him, his head is still thrown back. I pull away, stroking him with my palm, kissing along the shaft, across his hip, and the inside of his thigh before biting it. Hard.

He groans, looking down at me, eyes burning. “Want to tell me what that was, D?”

“Mouth’s a little occupied right now, so I couldn’t use my words,” I smirk.

“Hmm,” he moans as I bite him again, gentler, then sucking on the spot and soothing it with my tongue. “What were you trying to say?”

“Fair is fair, Grayson,” I whispered, making my tone husky. I climb up his body, hand still moving at a slow even pace on his cock. I nibble along his collarbone, up his throat and saying softly in his ear, “Eyes on me.”