Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Because the police came knocking on my damn door.”
“That’s fine. I have a lawyer, and you have an alibi.” He smirks as if it’s not a worry. But it is on so many levels. Having my name associated with a police investigation will be exceedingly bad for me.
“I don’t have an alibi,” I whisper.
“You do. Me,” he says like it’s obvious.
I roll my eyes. He’s being way too cavalier.
“You are the worst alibi,” I tell him, feeling deflated. He steps up to me and lays his hand on my shoulder. I raise my face to his and hate that when I stare at his lips, I want them to kiss me.
How can he do that to me and so easily?
We hate each other, don’t we?
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, his eyes searching mine. “I would suggest you stop before I tear those clothes from your body and make you realize that your sweet pussy is mine. Just like those perfect pink lips.”
I step back and shake my head. “My pussy is mine, thank you very much. And so are my lips.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Who even speaks like that? Do the other women you fuck, like that kind of talk?” I lean in a little, waiting for him to answer.
His jaw tics before he answers, “Fuck, you do my head in.”
“Same, same,” I reply, my frustration ratcheting higher. “And you killed my date,” I scream.
“He deserved it, little bitch cunt he was.”
“You have a screw loose, you know that?”
“Yes, and that loose screw would very much like to be in you.” Grayson winks at me.
“Oh, fuck me.” I roll my eyes.
“I’m trying to, but you keep on backing away.” He reaches for me again, and I let him grab me this time. As he pulls me to him, my hands land on his chest, and before I can think or even do a single thing, he lifts me up so my legs wrap around his waist and his hands go to my ass. My skirt has ridden up, and his hands are on my bare skin, which he seems to enjoy quite a lot as he squeezes my ass cheeks.
“I’m going to fuck you now. This is your last chance to run away.”
I say nothing as I stare at his lips, hypnotized by them. Finally, he seems to get it because he leans in and kisses them, plundering my mouth and erasing my every rational thought.
After a brief moment, I pull back quickly, breaking the spell. “I still don’t like you,” I tell him, and he laughs.
“Just keep telling yourself that.” He tosses me on the bed, my ass bouncing on the mattress. I’m so distracted by him I didn’t even notice we had moved. I sit up on my elbows and look at him, trying to school my features to not look as bewildered as I am. His fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers before he pulls them down. Reaching for a condom, he slides it on, never once breaking eye contact with me.
“Would you like me to undress you?”
I shrug in response, not really caring and too shocked to speak.
Grayson sees where my eyes are and leans down until his whole body is covering mine as he gets close to my ear. “Don’t worry…it will fit.” I want to laugh, really, I do. But in truth, I was actually worried about that. I’ve seen a lot of cocks in my line of work,` but Grayson puts them all to shame.
He pulls away and reaches for my skirt. Slowly, he removes it from my hips and down my legs, then repeats the process with my panties before he leans in and takes the hem of my shirt between his teeth. He raises it, and then I feel his tongue on my belly before he kisses it. I jump at the contact and wonder, how long has it been since I had sex?
Six months?
Maybe more.
Shit.
I’m confident in the bedroom, don’t get me wrong. I can be dominant or soft when needed. I am flexible, but once I decided not to fuck complete strangers, I stopped fucking altogether. I have a purple pussy eater at home that does the trick just right.
So why do I need someone else?
Grayson is showing me exactly why I do.
His lips trace up to my breast, pushing my shirt up further as he goes. I was in a rush and may have forgotten to put a bra on. As soon as the shirt reaches my head, I lift and pull it the rest of the way off.
He smirks, moving back down my body until he gets to my pussy. He kisses it softly before his tongue darts out and licks my slit. I jolt, and he pushes my hips down and keeps on going, holding me still and not stopping, even when I buck. He takes my hands and puts them on his head. I’m so lost in what he’s doing with his mouth that my fingers automatically grab every strand I can get a hold of and pull. I guide him without even realizing I’m doing it.