Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Holy shit,” I pant, struggling to keep my brace against the wall as he goes all out, his knees spreading mine even wider as his thumb drags through my wetness and comes back to my ass, teasing me with even more.
A needy groan pulls from between my lips and he laughs. “I fucking knew you wanted this,” he says with pride just as he pushes his thick thumb inside of me. “I can’t wait to claim your ass again.”
“What are you waiting for?” I laugh. “Permission?”
He shakes his head. “You and I both know that I’m not going to sit back and wait for permission. I’d rather wait until you’re begging for it.”
“Geez, if you’re going to be a little bitch about it, then I’ll just back up on Cruz instead. I won’t even need to utter a damn word.”
Grayson laughs, thrusting even harder and making me nearly crash right into the fucking wall. “Watch your mouth, Ravenwood,” he demands, adjusting his angle and making me moan low. “Besides, it’s not the same as when it’s with me. Don’t fucking try to deny it.”
I laugh, more than ready to deny it until I’m blue in the face, but he has a point. Grayson has a certain advantage over the others, a certain pierced advantage that drives me in-fucking-sane.
My laughs are cut off as his hand curls around my long ponytail and tears my head as far back as it can go, a surprised gasp sailing from between my lips.
He means business and I’m so here for it.
Grayson fucks me hard and fast and just as I knew he would, he works my body right to the brink of exhaustion, my orgasm building so damn hard and fast that I’m positive I won’t survive.
My cries sound through my closet and by this point, I have absolutely no doubt that the boys downstairs know exactly what’s going on in here, and fuck, I hope they’re jealous. I hope it eats at them, sitting on their fucked-up, twisted minds knowing that with every loud thrust that it’s Grayson I’m fucking and not them. But more so, I hope the sounds of my pleasure have each of their dicks in their hands, desperately wishing they could be the ones making me come.
I clench down around him, the rapid building deep inside of me almost too much to handle, but Grayson doesn’t care. He wants it all. He wants me to come harder than I ever have before, he wants me panting on my closet floor, unable to remember why I was so pissed at him in the first place. He wants me to succumb to his touch like a good little girl, and damn it, he has me right where he wants me and I won’t be doing a damn thing to stop it.
His thumb presses harder into my ass and I cry out, desperately wishing that I could reach back and dig my nails into his gorgeously tanned skin. Hell, just running my fingertip over his raven tattoo would be enough, but I’m down on my knees, my face smooshed into the expensive carpet and all I’ve got is myself.
His monster cock stretches me wide, so fucking wide that I know I’ll never feel anything like it again. “Come on, Ellie,” he growls, his deep tone shattering that tiny piece of will I hold onto, the will that begs for me to hold on just a little bit longer. “Give it to me. I want to feel you come.”
“Fuck, Grayson,” I pant, the needy bitch inside of me in full force. My hands curl into fists as they press up against the wall, still trying to brace myself as I push back against it, taking him deeper. My eyes squeeze tight, picturing the way his body would roll with each new thrust.
It won’t be long now.
Grayson releases his tight grip in my hair and without wasting a damn second, he curls his arm around my waist, reaches down between my spread thighs and pinches my clit between his finger and thumb before rolling it between his grip.
A sharp, electrifying bolt shoots through me and I come undone beneath his hold. “AHHH, FUCK. YES. YES,” I cry out, so fucking loud that I’m sure the walls are shaking, vibrating right along with me as my pussy violently convulses, spasming around his thick cock. Pure ecstasy rocks through me, but it’s not nearly as good as the feeling of Grayson pulling out and shooting his hot cum all over my back, his low, satisfied moan making me feel like a fucking goddess.
Chills rush through my body, and as I finally come down from my earth-shattering high, collapsing into an exhausted heap on my closet floor, Grayson comes down beside me. He reaches to my shelf and grabs the closest thing he can find—my favorite black tank—and quickly mops up the mess that threatens to spill down between my ass cheeks.