Page 51 of Pretty Little Death


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Almost.

That had to be my g-spot.

His lips brushed my throat, and I found myself tipping my head, exposing it to him. He sucked lightly.I rocked my hips just like that again, in a desperate attempt to repeat the sensation.

I came again with a curse, clenching around his finger and crying out with my climax.

His chest rumbled in satisfaction at the taste of my pleasure, and he pulled out, adding a second finger before he placed them against my entrance.

The silent command was obvious.

Fuck them.

I took his fingers harder and faster, and his free hand left my hip, burying in the hair at the back of my head as he tipped my chin and captured my mouth.

The kiss didn't bother with soft and sweet.

It was brutal and needy and vicious.

Hot tongues and deep, desperate kisses consumed me as he fucked my mouth with his tongue while I rode his fingers into another climax.

He kissed me through my orgasm.

I was exhausted.

Worn out.

My legs were shaking, even in the dream

I still wanted more, though.

He dragged his thumb over my clit a little rougher, and I detonated.

The climax took over my entire body, and the scream of pleasure that tore through me with it was overwhelming, despite the dream-like quality it possessed. I couldn't even fucking think.

Grayson held me securely against him as I came down from the high, my body throbbing deliciously. His cock did the same, though he couldn't get off in the dream.

He didn't pull his fingers free of my body until every last ounce of my pleasure had faded. When he did, they were slick.

"You're mine," he said in a low voice.

"Yeah." My words were slightly breathless.

"Thank you." Grayson kissed me lightly, and slipped out of the dream, leaving me far too alone.

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MERRILY

There wasa text waiting for me when I slipped back out of the bedroom an hour later.

Rae

It's on

I’ll be back with clothes for you in about two hours

My lips curved upward.