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I slide my hand up her thigh, a few inches every minute or so, to see how she responds.

"Grey," she warns while keeping her eyes on the screen.

I lean in to kiss the tender spot under her ear on her neck, running my nose up it. "How quiet can you be, baby?" I kiss her again and don't miss the way she tilts her head to the side ever so slightly to give me more access. "You can be so quiet that nobody will know, or you can scream my name for everyone to hear. I'm good with whatever you prefer."

"My sister is right over there."

"Shhhhh," I whisper in her ear. "You don't want to draw her attention."

My hand slides under her skirt, and I already know I'll be tearing yet another pair of her tights. She would be better off if she didn't wear these things. In her defense, she wasn't expecting me to be here.

My hand moves its way slowly to her center, and she lets out a low moan as I gently caress her. I lean back in to latch onto her neck, not caring if I mark her while I rub her pussy from the outside of her clothing. I take in the way her breathing picks up and can feel the way her heart pounds in her chest. I bite down softly on her neck, and she rolls her head to the side.

"You like a little pain, baby?" I bite down a little harder, and she whimpers.

"Fuck," she breathes out.

My hand picks up its pace, rubbing her while I bite and suck my way up and down her neck. I can't wait to feel how wet she is. Thinking about her sweet cunt has my cock painfully pressing against the zipper of my pants, begging to be freed. As if she can read my mind, her hand reaches over to grip me, but I pull back. A wicked grin crosses my face when I pull the blanket up and prepare myself to slide under.

"Greyson." She gasps and reaches out to grab me when my head slips under it.

I quickly position myself right where I belong between her legs. Her hands grip my shoulders under the blanket, trying to keep me from the inevitable. It's warm under here, but I only have one thing on my mind—her.

I slide my fingers up her thighs, squeezing them tight enough to leave bruises. Her hips raise in response. I'm sure she would tell me that she wants more if she could talk to me without everyone hearing. Who am I to decline my girl's needs?

My hands move to the center of her tights, and I rip a big enough hole in them to reach what I really want. I flip the top of her skirt over my head and spread her legs wide before leaning in. I pull her panties to the side and use my fingers to spread her pussy as my tongue makes its first contact.

She pulls her skirt up to her stomach and runs her fingers through my hair, gripping tightly and pulling me against her dripping pussy. I twirl my tongue around her clit, groaning at the taste of her. So fucking sweet.

I slide two fingers into her and curl them at the angle I know she loves. Slowly, I thrust my fingers in and out of her while continuing to devour her. My tongue flicks at her clit, and I hear her say my name. She starts to grind her pussy against my face more aggressively, and I grin. That's my filthy girl.

I split my fingers inside her before adding a third. She clenches around me at the intrusion, and her fingers free themselves from my hair as she grips the blanket we are lying on. I pull my face from her center and bite down on her inner thigh while my fingers plunge into her. She brings her hands back to my hair, pulling me back to her clit, telling me she must be getting close. I dive back in, lapping at her.

When I close my mouth over her clit and start sucking, her hips begin to buck wildly. She clamps down on my fingers, squeezing them. "Oh my God." I hear her say as I let her ride out her high, enjoying the feeling of her coming apart on my fingers.

I emerge from underneath the blanket and barely have a moment to react before she grabs me by the back of the neck to pull me into a deep kiss. Our tongues dance for dominance as she moans in my mouth. I slide my hand up to her throat, holding her in place so I can take the lead, but I feel her stiffen under me.

Immediately, I let go and pull back. "What's wrong?"

"Just don't touch my throat like that. Ever since.." She trails off. "It just puts me back in that moment."

She doesn't have to say anything further. I lean in and kiss her one last time before pulling her into me so we can finish the movie. I'm not going to let anything ruin our perfect date.

"I'm going to hunt him down and serve him to you on a silver platter, little shadow. You just wait and see."

"Just leave it be, Grey."

"No. He put his hands on you. He doesn't deserve the air he's currently breathing."

"It's not worth it."

"We're done discussing this, Ava. I'll get him for you, baby, and you can end his pathetic life however you want to."

She doesn't argue with my last statement. I imagine how fun it would be to watch my girl torturing this piece of shit in the torture shed. My cock twitches just thinking about it. I bet she would like the way he screams when the flames flicker against his skin. Tomorrow, I'll be letting Knox know I need to take a little vacation so I can track this fucker down.

Chapter 21

Greyson

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