Page 96 of Elevator Pitch

I beg for him to continue, and he does once my eyes are back on him. Greyson on his knees, focusing on my pleasure, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m certain I could come just from this view. My legs tremble and squeeze around his face, but his tongue doesn’t falter. He stares at me with daring eyes when he pulls my legs apart and holds them open. He delves his tongue inside my channel, fucking it in and out of me as I whimper.

When he stops teasing me, he swirls his tongue around my clit and flicks until I beg and sob. He slips his fingers inside of me and curls them, and I grip his hair as I buck against him.

His moans vibrate through my core as he latches on my sensitive clit, urging me to come. I scream out his name, and he laps up every drop as I ride out my orgasm.

He stands before me, and I gawk at the glistening arousal on his face.

“You listened so well and kept your eyes on me. That’s my good girl. You want to come again?”

“Yes, please.”

I don’t care how eager I sound. I need him.

I wrap my arms around his neck when he grips my thighs to carry me to the couch. He seats me on his lap, and I straddle him.

“Show me how needy you are for my dick. Grind on my thigh.”

I stare down at his thigh nervously as I lift my dress, lowering myself on it. I’ve never done this before, and I’m nervous. I focus on my rhythm, rocking against his thigh. It feels so fucking good, and I bite my lip, returning his gaze.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good.”

I grind harder at his praise, eager for more. I lean into him to lick his neck and moan in his ear. He groans and palms his bulging erection through his pants.

“Use my thigh, baby.”

I grind faster, arching into him, and he trails his tongue around my nipples, sucking as I feel my pleasure building. I wail his name when I reach my climax.

“Fuck, yes,” he urges.

He grips my hips as I ride his thigh.

“Grey, oh god,” I pant.

He’s entranced by me as I come down.

“You called me Grey. It was a matter of time, nasty girl.”

“Shut up,” I chuckle. “You’re annoying.”

I slump against him, and he carries me to the bedroom. I take his lips tenderly, moaning into his mouth.

He flicks on the lights when we get to his room and sets me on the bed. I argue for him to turn them off, but he refuses. Claims he wants to see all of me but agrees to dim the lights as a compromise if it makes me more comfortable.

He laughs at my feet dangling off the edge of his tall bed while he undresses. I’m practically salivating as I drink him in.His physique is remarkable with sinewy muscles and veiny arms. He has a few more tattoos he’s revealing to me and my curiosity is piqued. I squeeze my thighs together as I admire this beautiful man before me. He keeps his boxers on then grabs a condom from the nightstand, and I take that as a cue to undress myself. I’ve barely slipped out of my minidress when I catch him standing in front of me.

“I didn’t ask you to undress, did I?”

I freeze and hold my hands out in surrender, though my eyes are still on his boxers and the hard dick I’ve fantasized about for months.

“You didn’t,” I say slowly.

“Are you eager for me, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, if you’re so eager, let me help,” he suggests, pulling down the zipper with too much force, and it rips.

“Shit,” he says with a wince.

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