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“Stand… please.” His request comes out in a growl, but at least he said it. I’ll take it.
Deciding to give him what he wants, I stand from the bed in only my pink lace panties. He steps into my body, dragging his nose along the length of my neck. His hand comes up to cup the back of my neck in a bruising grip.
The way he’s handling me makes my core clench with need—that’s something I’m not used to when it comes to a man touching me. It just feels different with Greyson.
He pulls away, leveling his eyes on mine. With his free hand, he tugs on my bottom lip that I’d been biting subconsciously.
“I’ll bite that lip off if you keep teasing me like that, angel. Fuck, I can’t wait to see what these beautiful lips look like wrapped around my cock as you take me down your throat.”
The thought simultaneously sends a shudder down my spine and rippling desire down to my pussy.After all I’ve been through, I never thought a man talking to me like that would turn me on, but Greyson Nash does it for me.
“But first, I want to know what this sweet pussy tastes like. I’ve been waiting for years to find out.” He slides his hand down my stomach, trailing soft touches along my body. His other hand still grips my neck, and he presses his forehead against mine, making sure our eyes are locked together. It’s so intense that I almost feel the need to close my eyes, but his are demanding for me to watch him.
When he reaches the band of my panties, I come to my senses and quickly grab his hand, stopping him from going any further. “Greyson, please don’t.”
His touch is the only thing I want, but thoughts of every other man who has ever touched my body are flooding to the front of my brain.Why am I so defective?I pull back from Greyson and this time, he lets me.
“You don’t want me?” Pain etches across his face at my rejection. He must think this is about him, but it’s really not. It’s about my fucking messed up past, and my inability to get past it right now.
“Of course I want you, Greyson. I’ve never wanted anyone more, but I’ve never done this before.” My voice is soft, and my lip trembles as tears build behind my eyes.
His brows furrow in confusion. “You’ve never had sex? But I thought…”
“Yes, I’ve had sex. What do you think I've been doing for the last nine years?” My tone is sharp, defensive at his question. “I just— It’s never been likethisbefore. I’ve always just been a toy. I’ve never been touched like this before. I’ve never had feelings for the person I’ve been with.”
Fuck, I hate being so vulnerable, but I need him to know. This is a big deal for me, it’s basically my first time like this. My first time to really be with someone.
“You’ve never been touched in this way before? No man has ever eaten that delicious pussy?” He doesn’t sound disgusted. If anything, his voice is hopeful at this new revelation.
He’s right, no man has ever put his mouth there on me, only their nasty fingers and their pencil dicks. They only ever wanted one thing—to get themselves off.
“You’re the first,” I whisper, giving him a soft smile that I hope hides how much I’m freaking out.
That’s all it takes to break his demanding composure. It’s like my confession completely flips his switch, taking his tension away. His eyes instantly go from dark and hard, to soft and understanding, and a sadness washes over his face at the realization. His demands turned me on, but I’m gladmyGreyson is back.
"Angel... I’m sorry. Shit, I wasn’t thinking. I was being selfish, thinking about how desperate I was to have you, without realizing what this means for you. Fuck. I’m so sorry.” His warm palm cups my cheek.
“It’s fine. It’s just that I’ve never been with someone willingly.”
“I want to show you what it’s like to be worshiped. Let me take care of you, and remind you how fucking incredible you are.” His eyes are drowning me in lust. “If you want to wait, say so now, angel.”
My head, heart, and pussy are in a constant war right now. I want him more than anything and my head tells me that I can’t let my shitty past keep me from experiencing life, but I’m still scared.
“I, uh... Can you take it slow?” My words come out as a question. “I mean, yes, touch me.”
He pushes me gently back onto the bed so I’m laying flat, and slides my panties down my legs. A blush spreads across my body at the thought of him looking at me naked, but I don’t cover myself. I want to, but I don’t. I’ve been naked in front of men before, but it’s different with Greyson. He’s looking at me like I’m nothing he’s ever seen before. The butterflies in my stomach spread their wings and flutter, with how special he’s making me feel.
“I’m going to listen to your body, angel. Your movements, your moans, and the throbs of your pussy. I want you to know what it’s like to be with a real man,” he promises.
As he trails kisses from my lips to my toes, the warmth of his mouth sends shudders of need through my body. This man makes me feel something I’ve never felt before—desire.
He growls possessively. “I’m going to be the first and last man to ever eat this gorgeous pussy.”
He grabs my leg, slowly planting kisses along my skin, starting at my foot and making his way up my thigh, praising every inch of me. The moment he reaches the apex of my thighs, he gently drops my leg and moves to the other one, mimicking the same motions. When he finally lowers that leg, he drops to his knees in front of my throbbing core.
"Angel, you’re so damn beautiful. You’re a goddess. Every inch of your delicious body calls to me, begging me to worship you. When I’m done with you, you won’t remember any of those bastards who ever touched your body.”
This is about me this time—it’s something so unfamiliar. He’s taking care of me, not the other way around, and it makes me so damn happy.
