Page 47 of Swim To Me

“I knew that mouth of yours would feel lethal.”

I nibble at Grey’s flesh in answer, widening my eyes in faux innocence.

A string of saliva connects us as Grey pulls his thumb back, slipping his entire hand in his underwear and pushing it down until the rest of his cock springs out.

He strokes himself from root to tip and back down again, squeezing the base of his trimmed curls, fingers rubbing the pulsing blue vein running through the underside of his cock.

“Delilah…”

“I know.Shit.”

“Turn that setting up.”

The steady buzz thrumming at the apex of my thighs picks up in volume once I hit the second level.

With a gritted scream, I tilt my head back into the pillow beneath me, pleasure coursing through me. I grab at my own breast, pinching my nipple until I feel a shoot of electric pain. My stomach tenses, the nape of my neck becoming damp with sweat and there’s no way I’m going to last much longer.

My hand cramps, protesting at the repetitive movement, but I pay it no heed, practically able to taste my release.

“You going to cum all over that fake cock, gorgeous, wishing it was the real deal?Mycock filling you up, stuffing that tight pussy.”

Grey’s filthy mouth pushes me closer to the edge.

Again.

It’s addicting.

He leans over my body until I can feel the up and down movements of his hand, stroking himself, knuckles catching on my hip, but it doesn’t slow him down. A warm mouth wraps itself around my abused nipple, sucking softly and—

I shut my eyes tight, blinding white light bursting behind my lids, my orgasm tearing through me. My toes curl in my sheets, spine arching in attempt to bury the fake cock deeper inside of me. The walls of my pussy flutter, blunt nails digging into my soft breast tissue in attempt to ground myself, a high-pitched squeal escaping past my lips as I come.

My body spasms with the continued vibrating stimulation, until my hand drops, throwing my still buzzing sex toysomewhere between the bed sheets while my legs snap shut, unable to take anymore.

Although, my hormones don’t seem to have gotten that message.

I run my nails through Grey’s scalp, tugging the strands until he raises his head from my chest, and I can catch his lips with mine needing another taste of him.

When Grey pulls back to look at me, pupils blown, I don’t try to hide. It would be pointless; part of my heart has already bared itself to him.

Instead, I let him look. I wonder what he’s thinking about, what’s ticking over in his mind, what’s—

“Delilah,fuckk.”

Eyes rolling back, Grey spills into his hand, spattering the side of my stomach and the curve of my hip in warm, wet ribbons.

Slumping over my body, eyes still shut in bliss, Grey mouths and then bites at the underside of my breast. Our skin sticks together with sweat and cum, but I can’t move, not when he’s audibly sighing into my skin like if he’s trying to imprint the memory of himself onto me.

He doesn’t need to do that.

I don’t think I’ll be able to forget him.

Or our time together.

Chapter 11

Delilah

“Are you hungry?”

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