Page 152 of Elevator Pitch

“You and that mouth.” He nips at my lip playfully. “I love when you’re a brat.”

“I know.”

He slaps my ass hard enough to leave a mark, and I nuzzle into his neck and moan through it. His large hands smooth over it to soothe the sting. “I suppose I earned that,” I say, muffled against his skin.

“Sit on my face, Selah,” he orders in my ear.

“But what about breakfast?”

“Your cum on my tongue will hit the spot,” he says playfully.

My jaw drops, and I gape at him as he lays back to assume the position.

“C’mon, birthday girl,” he commands before reaching under my thighs to guide me forward, my wetness trailing across his stomach. I remove my shirt, tossing it on the floor.

He tries to pick me up and place me on him, but I argue, “Stop using your weight against me. I can climb you all by myself.”

“Then do it. Now.”

I sit up on my knees and lower myself over him, grabbing onto the headboard for leverage. I feel his breath on me and goosebumps erupt all over. I take a deep breath to prepare myself as I’ve never done this before.

He grumbles beneath me and chides, “You're hovering. I said sit on my face. I won’t tell you again.”

“But I don’t want to hurt?—”

He grips my waist and hastily seats me onto his face, stopping my argument as quickly as it began, greeting my entrance with a plunge of his tongue.

“So eager,” I taunt, repeating his earlier words, and he chuckles against my clit, sending vibrations through my body.

He devours me, and I start to lift myself off him, overwhelmed with pleasure, when he stops me by holding my thighs in place as he carries on. He moans between my legs as he consumes me.

My legs begin to shake, and I hold onto the headboard for leverage while he laps greedily at my pussy as if he hadn’t had enough of me the night before.

I don’t think he could ever get enough of me.

Nothing compares to Greyson’s tongue on me. As it swirls around my clit and flicks it, my moans and cries fill the room. Wrapping his lips around my sensitive nub, he sucks eagerly, not letting up.

“Grey, please?” I manage through shaky breaths before I sob, “please don’t fucking stop.”

I dig my nails into the headboard and begin grinding against his face. He groans in approval and spanks me.

“Ride my face, baby. Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”

Lifting his hold on my thighs, he reaches up to tease my stiff peaks with a brush of each thumb. He pinches them hard, and I cry out in response.

My orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I succumb to it. My grip on the headboard doesn’t waver as my vision blurs and my senses heighten. When I come down, I see stars and hear my screams of pleasure.

He relentlessly feasts on me as I grind absentmindedly on his tongue. Hoping to restore my breath, I breathe deeply and try to rise up, but my legs are weak. I lean onto the headboard to relieve him, and I whine in defeat. He follows with a teasing laugh.

“Remember when you told me to stop using my weight against you? I bet you’d really appreciate it now, huh?”

I snort. “You’re a jerk. You know that?”

“I’m actually rather nice, and since you need my help, ask for it, Princess.”

I roll my eyes and ask in a seductive tone, “Would you help me, Daddy? Please?”

“That’s my good girl.”

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