He didn’t let up. Showing no mercy, he bit down.
I yelped, burning for more, desperate for his cock.
A mewl spilled from my lips. Grayson slapped his hand over my mouth as my orgasm took form, building strength like a freak thunderstorm. He increased his suction, dropping his other hand between us. It disappeared into my panties.
I screamed into his hand when he touched my sensitive, swollen clit. Shattering from the biggest orgasm I’d ever had.
Grayson didn’t seem to care how loud I was, likely possessed and lost in the moment too. But I knew the walls were thin and the neighbors might hear me.
“You’re so perfect, Gillian. Everything about you is irresistible. But you’re Kryptonite to me, baby. Deadly… in the best possible way.”
How was that possible? Deadly how? How could that be a good thing?
“Can I have a taste?”
I nodded. Silly man. He didn’t need to ask if he could kiss me.
Hold up.
Wrong direction.
He crept down my body. Before I could ask for clarification of his intentions, my shorts and panties were removed. My legs were spread open, and his tongue brushed over my engorged center, paying special attention to my pulsing nub.
“Holy shit! I didn’t know you meant that.” I squeezed the sides of his head with my legs. That little move only encouraged him to eat me like a starving wolf. “Oh Jesus.” I clawed at my comforter, unsure of what to do with my hands.
I’d never done anything like this before. The furthest I’d gone with a guy was groping through my clothes. Heavy petting and making out. This? This was dirty and erotic. Exciting and oh so naughty.
“The name is Grayson, sweetheart. Don’t bring religion into the bedroom with us.” His tongue dipped between my folds on one side, then the other. He flattened his tongue and swiped it across my opening.
The sensations rolling through my body were unbelievable and glorious. I never wanted it to end. Nor could I imagine it getting any better.
Oops. I’d spoken too soon.
A long, thick finger entered me. I froze when it hit the barrier.
“Grayson!” Another orgasm hit. I clenched around his digit, shaking and tensing. I grabbed onto my head, biting my tongue so I wouldn’t scream.
He lifted up, a wry grin playing on his face. “Just checking.”
I swatted his shoulder. “Yes, I’m a virgin. Jerk.”
He snorted. “I hoped you were.”
I hiked my eyebrow. “You gonna do anything about it? Deflower me, maybe?”
He removed his finger and dragged his body up mine, wedging himself between my legs again. “I want to, but I shouldn’t.”
I pouted. “Why not?”
“Have a taste. You’re sweet as honey.” He brushed his lips across mine, rubbing his stiff erection against my pussy.
Oh my. I smelled myself as we kissed wildly. It turned me on more than I expected. It also made me desperate for Grayson to make love to me. I wanted to feel him inside me. To be my first… and my only.
I had a feeling I wouldn’t get my wish.
As we broke away, gasping for air, I asked again, “Why not?”
Grayson lifted off me and adjusted his cock in his shorts. “It wouldn’t be right. You’re Travis’s daughter.”