Chapter 20 #3
I drop my head to the crook of his neck, giggling. “Okay, you have a point.”
He slaps my ass and hoists me by the hips, hovering me over his erection, just the head touching my entrance. “Now enough talking, woman, and ride my cock.” He shoves me down ruthlessly.
I scream out as he stretches me wide, head thrown back and nails digging into his shoulders.
He leans in and kisses my neck, chuckling as he says, “Sorry, couldn’t wait.
” He sucks on the sensitive skin while rocking my hips back and forth as my head comes back down, forehead resting against his as I bite my lip.
He kisses my lips once, then moves his head to the side, whispering in my ear. “Now bounce, Bunny. Bounce.” And I do. I lift up on my knees and drop back down. Over and over again.
Grey grabs onto my breasts, bringing his mouth down to suckle on them, twirling his tongue and biting one nipple while pinching the other. “Oh God, Wolf!”
“You like when I play with your tits, don’t you, Bunny?” he says around them as he switches from one breast to the other, resuming his assault.
“Yes, I love when you play with me,” I moan out.
“Can you come just like this?”
I nod fervently as I feel that tightness in the pit of my stomach building. My legs begin to quiver, my core clenching around him. I lose my rhythm with how much my body shakes, but Greyson quickly takes over, lifting my hips and thrusting brutally up into me.
“Oh fuck! Greyson! YES! Fuck me, Greyson! Fuck me!” I cry out, dropping my head back and looking up at the lights above as I squeeze around him. “I’m coming. Holy shit, I’m coming!”
He wraps one arm around my waist, bringing my body flush against his as he thrusts even harder, then grabs my hair and forces my face back down to his. He loves when I look at him while I orgasm.
The veins in his forearms bulge out from the physical act he’s enduring. “Come all over my cock, Bunny. I want your pussy leaking all over my legs.”
“GREYSON!!” My body lets go, convulsing intensely in his grasp as my powerful orgasm overtakes me, my vision losing focus and ears buzzing.
“FUUUCK! EMMA!” He growls against my lips as I moan and mewl against his.
We take a moment to collect ourselves as we pant in each other’s arms. I rest my head on his shoulder, nuzzling my nose against his neck while he brushes the sticky hairs off my sweaty forehead and plants a kiss in its spot.
“What’s your biggest fantasy?” I find myself asking him as my fingers draw over the lines of his tattoos on his chest.
“Um…” He chuckles, but there’s a hint of nervousness to it. “I’m not sure. You?”
“Hm, probably what we already do. The whole roleplaying thing. I know it’s probably weird and cheesy to most, but I don’t know.
It gets me all hot and bothered.” I giggle and lift my head to look at him.
“Now answer the question. There has to be something you fantasize about doing. You know I’m pretty open to most things, so whatever it is, I won’t judge.
” I reassure him, hoping it will get him to spill it out, but then quickly point my finger in his face and narrow my eyes.
“Unless it involves another player, then you can forget about it. I do not share that way!”
Greyson snorts while smirking. “No, Bunny. It doesn’t involve someone else. And for the record, I don’t share either.”
“Okay, good, good.” I let out a heavy breath as if our entire relationship was depending on his answer. It really wasn’t. “So that means there is something.” A grin spreads on my lips as I lay myself over him, bringing us even closer while folding my arms beneath my chin.
“There is.”
I roll my eyes. “Will you just spit it out already? You know I’m not very patient with these guessing games.”
“That I know.” He laughs, his fingers gliding through my strands at the back of my head. “I’ve kind of always liked the idea of filming ourselves during the act.”
I blink a few times, taking a moment to process his words. “You want to make a porn video… that’s your fantasy?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Not to post online or anything like that, just have the adrenaline rush of knowing it’s being filmed. And well, it gives us a nice little souvenir to revisit.”
“Oh,” I say quietly, unsure how I feel about that.
“You don’t like that idea,” he says, picking up on my hesitation as his eyes search mine.
“No, it’s not that. I just don’t know if I’d be able to do that. I think I’d focus too much on the camera and struggle with performing, you know? I think if I didn’t know the camera was there, it would be easier.”
“So you’d be okay with making one together as long as you didn’t know about the camera?” he questions, speaking every word slowly.
“Yeah. I think so.” I shrug. “And as long as no one else ever saw it.”
“Of course.” A smile takes over his perfect lips. “You really are perfect for me.” Then he threads his fingers through my hair and claims my lips.
We make out for a few minutes until I pull away with a content sigh and reclaim my place at his side. “Do you think it’s too late to call Little Tulip?” I ask quietly. “I miss her.”
I feel him smile against my forehead while his fingers trail up and down my spine. “No, I don’t think it’s too late.”
“Okay, good.” I lean my head back and kiss the underside of his jaw. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”
“The best.”