23. Grayson
CHAPTER 23
Grayson
C lementine and I were in the living room and I was going over my script, mouthing the words to myself to make sure I had them memorized.
I wanted to make sure she knew I was taking this seriously, and if I screwed up the Frogmother’s lines she might think I didn’t give a shit.
Oh the sun shines down on my froggy-woggy skin
And the green shines bright. . .
Like. . . like what? Fuck goddamnit , I couldn’t remember. Clementine had my brain scrambled as fuck.
I glanced over at her. She was leaning back against the soft pillows of the couch, one leg on the ground, the other one stretched over the side.
Holy hell, she was so gorgeous.
She was wearing a little tank top and a long loose skirt and I had to swallow down the drool that was pooling in my mouth at how the skirt rode low over her hips.
I didn’t think she was paying any attention to me, but then she said, “Close your mouth, Frogmother. You look like you’re trying to method act catching flies.”
“Sorry,” I said, but somehow I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. “You’re just so fucking hot.”
I hesitated, but there was a little pulse in her throat that made me say, “I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you, Clementine. All the ways I want to pleasure you.”
“Crawl to me then,” she said, tossing her hair and looking unconcerned.
I would do anything.
“I want another chance,” I said as I dropped to my knees, my voice sounding strange to my ears.
Was that a fucking weird higher pitch?
Shit, it was, wasn’t it?
She could see my desperation, taste it on her tongue, couldn’t she?
But I didn’t care.
“Why should I give you a chance?” she countered, shifting her hips up so they were almost tilted for me. I wanted my mouth on her pussy so badly, couldn’t drag my eyes away from her as I crawled across the floor.
“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” Clementine continued, a little smirk on her lips.
“ Never again ,” I said. “You know I wouldn’t ever risk losing you again. Give me another chance.”
“This isn’t a business negotiation,” she said carelessly.
But her eyes seemed to set me on fire, and I couldn’t look away as I crawled closer. When she spread her thighs wider, that thin fabric of her long skirt barely covering what I wanted more than anything in the world, I could feel my cock twitching painfully in my pants.
I thought I could see her chest rising and falling, though, her nipples tightening against her spaghetti strap top.
She wants this.
First step, get her to crave my tongue.
Second step, get her to crave everything else.
I can see her pupils blow as I get closer, and there’s a little goddamn whimper that bursts from my lips, and I know I’m desperate and pitiful as fuck, but I can’t help it.
I reach her legs and put one hand on each ankle, slipping them under the hem of her dress. My cock feels like it’s punching a hole through my pants as I feel her soft, satiny skin.
God, I want her so badly.
I run my hands slowly up her legs, my eyes locked on hers, watching as her breath catches.
When I’m at her thighs I can feel my hands trembling and I flip up her skirt.
The most beautiful sight meets my eyes.
Her perfect pink pussy is before me, plump with arousal, only a tiny thong strap between my eager mouth and what I want.
I bend over and just as I’m about to lick her over her thong, she flips her skirt down.
“Maybe you should have to catch me again,” she taunted.
“I’m not letting you go,” I growled, and I pulled her gently by the ankles so her pussy was right in front of me.
Then I bent down and attacked it with my tongue, twisting around her thin thong, then yanking it aside to devour her.
Fuck, she tasted amazing. Sweet and creamy, and I buried my face in her pussy, loving how wet she was, and how slick her lips were.
I licked up and down her pussy lips feverishly, sucking at her skin, wanting to consume all her arousal, gulp down the evidence that she wanted me.
My hands were on her thighs, gently spreading her wide, and I groaned loudly again as I saw how her clit was flushed and pink, straining with need.
I circled it gently, and a full-body shiver went through me as her hand came down and grabbed my short crew cut.
The feel of her tugging my hair made me want to come right then, and I could feel the tip of my dick dripping precum. My shoulders spread her thighs so wide and I forced myself to slow down, ever so gently press one finger into her slick pussy, making sure she was comfortable.
But she moaned so loudly with one finger that I had a hard time controlling myself, when she started to grind down on my finger like she needed more.
I added a second finger, loving how just those two stretched her pussy.
My tongue was fastened on her clit and I took it in my mouth, sucking harder, and she wrapped both her legs around my neck, smashing my face deeper in her pussy.
“Oh, Grayson, yes ,” she breathed, and I groaned, hoping my precum hadn’t soaked through my pants as I gently stroked her inside, curling my fingers in the way she used to love and she let out a throaty wail, her thighs shaking madly around my neck and her pussy convulsing around my fingers.
Her small hands clutched my hair as she rode my face and the feel of her nails clawing down my jawline made my stomach turn over with need, the sweat rolling down my neck and back.
I sucked her clit until her release soaked my hands and face and when she made a last shuddering shake I licked it all up gently. Clementine slumped back against the couch, breathing heavily.
“Watch your back, old man,” she said a bit unsteadily, as I bent over her, picking her up and settling her on my lap.
My cock was aching in my pants, but I wanted Clementine to know how much I wanted all of her.
“Let me take care of you,” I said instead, too tense to respond to her teasing the way I wanted to.
“Clementine, if you want me to beg, I’m begging. Please forgive me, baby girl.”
She hesitated, and my heart plummeted to the ground, when all of a sudden Harvey Adler burst in the living room without knocking.
“I’ve got the lock-picking tools I need! Let’s go steal back my $50 million dollars.”