I groan, biting down on my lip as I watch him reach for the front of his pants. His body is absolute perfection, his tight, prominent muscles, his wide chest, and strong shoulders. He’s a work of art, even without the tattoo, he’s gorgeous.
How could one girl ever get so lucky?
Grayson pulls his fly down, and a second later his pants are gone, freeing an absolute monster. A fucking monster with a sexy as fuck frenum piercing that has my eyes bugging out of my head.
“Holy fuck.”
A cocky smirk twists across his gorgeous face. “Something wrong?”
I shake my head, wondering just how that piercing would feel moving inside of me. “Something’s right.”
Grayson’s hand curls around his thick cock and a twinge of nervousness pulses through me. Can I even handle a monster like that? I mean, I’m not going to say no to a challenge, but damn, that thing is going to bring a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘filling me.’ No wonder this tattoo artist is so interested in him. If she was the one to pierce his dick, then she knows exactly what he’s working with.
Jesus. I thought King and Cruz were beasts. I didn’t think it could get any bigger, but what can I say? Grayson has a way of surprising me. I’ve said it before, and something tells me that I’ll say it a million times more.
He stalks back toward the table and I squirm under his stare, my pussy flooding with need all over again. My stare drops back to his piercing. Fuck, I can’t wait to get that in my mouth.
All of the guys for that matter.
King, Cruz, and Grayson. The three of them together would be an absolute dream. So sensual, dominating, and full. There will never be anything better in this world than experiencing something like that. Now, I know I’ve been lucky so far when it comes to these guys, but surely a girl’s luck is bound to run dry eventually.
I can handle my luck running dry, but another part of me running dry would be nothing short of a nightmare.
Grayson steps right up to the end of the table where my ass is barely hanging off the edge and he takes my knees, slowly drawing them open for him. They’re hooked around his waist and he looks down at my aching, desperate pussy and trails his fingers through my wetness as his other hand clutches his impressive cock, slowly working up and down his long, thick shaft.
“Are you sure about this?” he rumbles, the sounds hitting my chest like a wrecking ball. “Once I touch you, Elodie, I’m not going to be able to go back to what we were.”
“Fuck me, Grayson,” I tell him. “Don’t make me beg for it.”
Just like that, he lines himself up with my pussy and pushes deep inside me. I suck in a breath, feeling him stretch my walls as the cool metal of his piercing drags up inside of me. “Oh, fuck.”
“You good?” he questions, pausing once he’s fully seated inside of me and giving me a moment to get used to the feel of him, as if having to pause and check is a regular occurrence for him.
“Remind me not to let you anywhere near my ass.”
Grayson winks as he slowly draws back, making me groan with his movements. “Something tells me you can handle it.”
Fuck me.
My body instantly craves more, and I tighten my legs around him, pushing him back inside me. Grayson reads me perfectly. He unhooks my legs from around his waist and pushes them back toward me, keeping them spread as far as they can go, and just like that, he gives it to me hard and fast, bending me like a pretzel while his heated, hungry stare remains locked on my pussy, watching the show like it’s the best damn thing he’s ever seen.
I watch his body roll and move with each thrust, and when his hand comes down and his fingers rub tight, fast circles over my clit, I feel like I’ve died and gone to whore-heaven. “Fuck, Ellie, you’ve got such a tight little cunt,” he grumbles, the sound vibrating right through to my chest and making me feel like the most beautiful and desired woman on the planet.
He fucks me hard and I cry out his name over and over until someone starts knocking at the door.
“Hey, you can’t be in there,” a loud, demanding voice calls before it gets a little softer as though he’s speaking to someone else. “Can you believe it? Some kids are fucking in there.”
“Let them fuck,” the other person replies. “I saw them when they came in. That shit would be fucking hot. All they need is a camera and they’ll both be fucking stars overnight.”
“Fuck,” I laugh, looking up at the amusement on Grayson’s face, feeling as though I’m seeing a whole new side of him, one I was certain didn’t exist. I’m so used to his broody silence, but here he’s lighter, playful, and goddamn, that smile. “You need to make this quick.”