“That’s my girl.” His growl is new for me. I’m addicted.
His intent changes, and I’m a goner.
The pleasure builds so fast I can barely grasp it.
Then, Greyson presses two blunt fingers to my entrance, circling and circling and circling, and when they plunge inside my center, my back curls off the mattress.
My world explodes.
I re-enter reality to Greyson’s soft kisses along the insides of my thighs, fingers lazily thrusting into me.
The chill in the air spreads goosebumps across my skin, turning my nipples into diamonds. Greyson grins up at me.
“Ready for another?”
I whimper, but it’s the pleased kind. Half a laugh. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”
He hums. “That’s a dangerous invitation, Drew.”
19
GREYSON
Fuck. Drew is an absolute delight in bed.
Not only does she take every little thing I give her, she does so enthusiastically.
Even when I make her boneless with my hands and mouth, she doesn’t try to push me away when I finally strip away my clothes and crawl up her body.
And by god, she likes it when I talk dirty to her—something I never vocalized before because Kim didn’t like it. She thought it was demeaning.
So I keep it light. Playful.
I don’t take this step lightly.
Hovering over Drew, braced on my arms, I can see I’ve worn her out, but when my raging cock nestles between her legs, sliding across her slick and swollen core, her eyes burn bright.
“Still with me?”
“Mmm.” Drew nods, reaching her hands around my neck to pull me down for a kiss.
This woman is fucking perfect.
Her hot pussy cups my shaft and each half-formed stroke has me pulsing with the need I’ve been denying myself.
Because I don’t need it.
I get my pleasure from giving it, but I want this with her.
Crave it.
I didn’t lie when I told her I’d been daydreaming about this since the last time she had her hands on me.
Since I had my hands on her.
Her hips shift, catching the tip at her entrance without being able to capture me completely.
The needy noise at the back of her throat charges through me.
