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TCG:That’s where you’re wrong, M.
I ignored that and the butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach.
SFP:What are you doing up so late?
TCG:If you must know, I was jacking off to fantasies of cumming all over that face of yours. I was tugging my dick to the image of fucking you while you wore my cum all over your face and tits.
There was no turning back now. Even if this was a bad idea-which it was, for so many damn reasons-my body wanted this man. Hell, mymindwanted this man. I wanted him to show me what he was capable of. I wanted…I wanted to know there was someone like me out there.
I wanted to know that there was someone else out there who came from a good family and had a good job and was a good person but had the same sick issues as I did. It made me feel less shattered about my desires. It made me feel less like a freak. If Grayson had the same sick sexual desires as I had, and he was a great guy, then maybe it was okay to be me, after all.
SFP:What else?
TCG:You want to hear how I want to choke you with my cock while you gag like a whore?
SFP:Yes.
TCG:You want to hear me tell you what a good, little slut you are while I stretch all your fuckholes out?You want to hear how I want to slap that fucking perfect face of yours with my cock?
My body was hot, my pussy was wet, and desire was drowning me with each message he sent. Not only did I want to hear it all, but I also wanted to feel it all. I wanted to experience it all.
Switching from onsite messaging, I sent Grayson a text from my phone. Even though I trusted the site, sending my address through the messaging system felt reckless. Websites got hacked all the time.
Me:1450 Gardener Ave. Apt. 503
I got an immediate reply.
Grayson:Open the door naked or else ur clothes are history
Me:Hurry
I didn’t care how desperate that made me sound. I want this. I wanted him. I wanted him to make good on his promises. And I wanted to be able to wake up in the morning, and not feel guilty.
I was counting on Grayson to be able to do that for me.
I was counting on Grayson for a lot.
Chapter 26
Grayson~
Like any man tempted with the woman of his dreams, I ignored Dr. Willis’ advice about taking it slow and going in with my eyes wide open.
When Molly had texted me to hurry, I’d been out of my house and ready to break traffic laws to get to her. Like an addict with permission to backslide, I was practically foaming at the mouth to get my hands on Molly Cavanaugh.
Making it to her apartment building, my heart was galloping in my chest as she buzzed me in. Hoping not to have a heart attack before I got inside the woman, I worked on my breathing and goddamn sanity while riding up in the elevator.
To say Molly lived in an apartment would be an understatement. The building she lived in was exactly what you’d imagine it to be, living in the Forest Glen neighborhood. However, as magnificent as the building was, I wasn’t here to sightsee. Right now, I couldn’t give a fuck what Molly’s apartment looked like.
Knocking on door 504, my foot tapped impatiently, and my fingers were drumming along the door frame. That’s what you got when you announce to a crack addict that they’re giving away free crack.
You get a man close to losing his goddamn mind.
As soon as Molly opened the door, there was only one thing I could think of as I took in her appearance. “That fucking Texas A&M shirt better be your brother’s.” I knew Molly had gone to UC Berkeley and Lorcan had gone to Texas A& M, but you could never be too sure.
Those grey eyes of hers flared, and it was a good thing she liked possessiveness because I was going to be possessive as hell with this woman.
“It’s Lorcan’s,” she confirmed. “I stole it from him years ago.”
