Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
A pearl of pre-come dotted the very tip, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
Then, surprising me even more, he sat down and gestured me over with a curl of his hand. “Come suck my cock.”
I did.
I didn’t even question him.
Dropping down to my knees, I ran the tip of my tongue around the crown of his cock, circling it like a dripping ice cream cone, desperate not to spill a drop.
He growled and latched onto my loose hair, holding it up and out of my face so he could get a better view.
I looked up at him and fought not to smile at the look of anticipation in his eyes.
When I felt his balls start to tighten up, he pulled me off his cock roughly.
I stood, my eyes hooded and on him, waiting for his next instruction.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered roughly.
I did, shimmying the black tights down off my hips and kicking them off right along with my Sperry’s.
“Come sit on my cock,” he instructed.
Most men would’ve looked ridiculous with their pants bunched up around their boots, and their legs splayed with their cock pointing up at the ceiling. Grayson, however, did not. He looked fucking beautiful.
When I went to remove the shirt, he shook his head. “Leave it on.”
Following instructions, I straddled his hips with my knees and scooted close until they were touching the back of the chair.
The tip of his cock touched my folds, and he hissed at the contact.
Reaching behind us, he held his cock steady as I slowly bent my knees, engulfing him fully into my well lubricated channel.
“Shit,” I hissed.
He didn’t reply, but I could tell it felt just as good for him as it did for me.
His eyes burned with emotion, only causing me to clench even harder on his invading length.
Eyes flaring, he reached up and pulled the camisole of my top down, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Ride me,” he demanded.
Lifting up slightly, I sank back down experimentally.
His jaw clenched, almost as if he was fighting back his own instincts that urged him to take control.
Grayson, though, let me do my thing.
I rode his cock slow at first, relishing in the feeling of his hard, turgid length stretching me. Filling me to capacity.
I looked down, watching in fascination as his glistening dick disappeared and reappeared inside of me.
I licked my lips, and then started to move faster.
Soon I was slamming my hips down hard over his. His big cock filling me so fast and unbreakable that my orgasm slammed into me before I realized it was close.
With a blinding light of excitement, I clenched down on him tightly, and rode my orgasm as Grayson, sensing the need to take control, latched onto my hips and made me ride him harder.
He growled low in his throat and latched onto the skin above my breast, sucking furiously as his own climax overtook him.
We sat like that for long seconds before Grayson finally had the wherewithal to let my breast go. “Shit, you undo me.”
I grinned down at him, taking in his expression, before giving his dimple a kiss. “Back at ya, big boy.”
The door handle behind us jiggled. Then Sebastian filled the doorway with his large frame.
My ass cheeks, as well as Grayson’s balls, were shielded from view by the flap of his shirt that I still wore.
My hair was a mess of tangles from where he’d lost control and tangled both hands into it.
“Awww, man. Your balls better not be resting on my seat,” Sebastian groaned as he turned around quickly and covered his eyes.
I blushed furiously.
Just as I turned around, a very pissed off face, belonging to one very pissed off police officer, flashed in my peripheral vision before the door closed, leaving my heart pounding in the aftermath.
“Shit,” I gasped in embarrassment.
“Oops. I never intended to do this in here,” Grayson said sheepishly.
I shrugged. “It’s not like we can do anything about it now. Colby was out there, though, and saw me. We should probably get out there before he does something stupid.”
Grayson helped me stand, our combined releases gushing as I stood.
Walking bowlegged to the bathroom, I cleaned myself up and came back for my pants, pulling the camisole up and over my breasts as I went.
“You gave me a hickey,” I moaned as I saw the large mark on my breast, just above the fabric covering my left breast.
He grinned unrepentantly at me. “Oops.”
“You know,” I said, sidling up to him. “It’s only fair that you let me reciprocate.”
And that was how Grayson ended up with a hickey of his own, above the collar of his t-shirt, and getting ribbed for it for the rest of the night.
I did, too, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as hearing Grayson get it from the other members of the MC. In fact, it was downright entertaining, and I had a blast the rest of the night listening to them ribbing him for having no self-control.
Which was true. He didn’t. But I didn’t either. I couldn’t get enough of the man. In fact, I didn’t think that I ever would.
I drank. Grayson didn’t. I laughed, Grayson didn’t. I was loud, Grayson wasn’t.
But he didn’t care about our differences, and neither did I.
We were a perfect fit, and everybody knew it.
Even the one person that was still holding out hope that things weren’t what they seemed.
What I didn’t know, and Grayson didn’t either, was that a man became changed by our display of affection. He was so affected by the news that he promised himself that he’d die before I went any further with Grayson. If he couldn’t be happy, neither could we.
Chapter 16
I will not keep calm. I will raise hell and break shit.
-T-shirt
Torren
I don’t know what to do.
As I walked down the hallway to Frank’s office, I couldn’t tell if I was nauseated because of what I was about to do, or because I was actually nauseated.
My hands shook like I was an alcoholic in a room full of whiskey, and my knees literally felt weak.