Page 37 of Pretty Little Death


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I knew mentioning another man would piss Grayson off.

Dare was still snoring like a freight train. He wasn't going to budge. And if he did, he'd be proud of me for embracing my sexuality.

He gave me a low growl, abandoning my clit long enough to push my pants down my thighs. "Prove it."

I freed his cock, dragging my palm lightly down the smooth length of it. He tilted my hips as I lined his tip up with my center, and he gripped me tightly as I pushed myself down until I'd taken his entire, thick length inside me.

My lips parted in a loud moan, and his hand was over my mouth again to muffle the sound immediately. We both froze as Dare's snore stalled.

We waited, Grayson's cock throbbing inside me for one second.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Darius started snoring again, and Grayson pulled my leg higher on his thigh, opening me wider and lowering his hand back to my clit.

"Alright, Love. Show me your dominance. Fuck me. Make me lose control for you."

His words, whispered into my ear, made my lower stomach clench fiercely.

I moved my hips lightly.

Slowly.

Grayson dragged his finger over my clit, and I moaned again. The sound was muffled almost completely by his hand as he pulled it tighter to my face.

I moved my hips again, a little rougher, sliding off his erection for a moment before taking him harder. His cock hit some sensitive spot inside me in a way that made me see stars.

"Fuck," he gritted out. "Just like that."

My motions were far from smooth and anything but practiced as I fucked him. I came again in what felt like a heartbeat, and he swore against my ear as he throbbed inside me without losing control. I moved harder and more naturally when I kept going, and the third time I climaxed, his cock swelled and throbbed violently inside of me.

The base thickened slightly, and his curses grew vicious and more colorful. When I looked down at his hands, I noticed them shifting a little, his nails sharpening with the claws of his other form.

He was losing control of the side of himself that I'd never seen.

I was curious about it. So, insanely curious. But I knew he wouldn't want that shift to happen without talking to me first, so I didn't try to push him.

He worked my clit slowly as our pleasure faded.

"What are you doing?" I breathed.

"Reminding you that I fuckingownthis body, Love." He nipped at my throat lightly.

I rocked and bucked and moved on his erection until I'd come again, my body tensing around his throbbing cock. "Could you go again already?"

"Yeah." There was a beat of hesitation after the words, like he was going to say something else. I had a feeling it had to do with the side of himself that he was suppressing.

"Then let's do it."

"I'd need to be in control."

"Then be in control."

It took a moment, but he managed to roll me to my stomach on the couch, and he fucked me from behind.