Page 122 of The Female

I shift so I’m standing instead of lying on my back, and I can feel my face and neck reddening as Gray comes to a halt in front of me, our chests practically touching.

Our height difference means that while the water covers me to my shoulders, it only comes to the middle of Gray’s stomach, exposing most of his abs and chest. I can’t stop eyeing them, my attention captured by a wayward droplet making its way down his body.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

Will he think all is forgiven if I sayyes? When I don’t immediately answer, Gray crouches until everything below his collarbones is submerged.

His hands make contact with my hips seconds later, and I squeak as I’m pulled onto his lap.

“My little female, I can smell just how much you want me.”

He nips at my earlobe, his hard length pressing into my lower abdomen. I glance at the water to get a look at it, but the view’s obstructed by Gray’s hand as he takes hold of himself.

“I’m going to rub your soft pussy against my cock until you cum,” he decides. “But I’m not going to cum, even if I want to.”

Gray presses his length flat against his stomach before pulling me against it. The position has the entirety of me rubbing against him, and I gulp as he gently begins to rock me back and forth.

“I want to feel your thighs tensing around my waist as you cum, your warm cunt just begging to feel me inside it. I want that, too. I want to feel you around me. I won’t, though. I don’t deserve it.” He moans, his hips twitching.

His words render me silent.

“Naughty boys don’t get to cum, do they, Charlie?” he continues.

I know what he’s doing, but I can’t stop myself from shaking my head. No, they don’t.

“Have I been bad, Charlie?” Gray pinches my nipple.

I arch my back and press my chest further into his hand. He smirks, pinching harder until I’m hissing and rocking shamelessly against him.

My legs seem to have a mind of their own as they wrap around his waist. Gray grunts as my heels dig into his butt, his grip on my hips tightening. I can see the vein in his neck pulsing if I look close enough, his blood pumping hard.

“Tell me. Tell me how naughty I’ve been,” he orders. “Tell me I don’t deserve to cum. I won’t until you give me permission.”

I close my eyes as his shaft rubs directly against the most sensitive part of my clit, and I rock my hips in quick, jerky motions as my orgasm slams through me. Gray takes advantage of my distracted state, his lips pressing against mine and his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

He swallows my moans as I come apart.

“That’s it, Charlie,” he coos, his voice soft.

Gray’s abs flex as I pull away, and I enjoy the hiss he lets out as I disconnect our bodies.

I allow myself only a few seconds to hold him before letting go. I hate to admit how much I’ve missed being able to wrap and squeeze him in my arms. I’ve grown accustomed to his warm body next to mine in bed each night, and I’ve had trouble sleeping now that we’re no longer sharing.

“My Charlie,” he whispers as I stand on shaky legs and put some much-needed distance between us. “Please. I’m so sorry. I never truly understood the severity of the female declines until I saw it through your eyes, and I’m so ashamed I didn’t do anything earlier.”

I continue to back away. It’s not my responsibility to make him realize how awful his actions were, and no amount of pleading will make me forget he couldn’t see that for himself.

They knew what they were doing was wrong, even if he wants to pretend otherwise.

“Are you full?” I ask, ignoring his apology.

Gray frowns but doesn’t answer.

“Are you full?” I repeat.

He looks pained, and I spin so I don’t have to see it.

“I’m full.”

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