Chapter 208
Chapter 208
JESSICA
“Bend over.”
My head jerks, eyes wide. “What-”
“Bed. Wall. Floor. Pick one,” he growls, already shoving at my hips. “But you’re bending.”
Heat slams through me, wild and dizzying. “You’re out of your mind.”
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He laughs darkly, hand gripping the back of my neck, forcing my body down until my palms hit the mattress.
“Grayson-” I start, but the rest dies in a gasp when his hand smacks my ass.
“God,” I choke, half in shock, half in want.
He hums, pleased, his hand lingering over the mark, squeezing slow and rough. “You liked that.”
“Shut up.”
Another slap, harder. I jolt forward, palms fisting in the sheets. My pulse is wild, shame and desire colliding until I can’t tell them apart.
“Did you miss me?” He drags his palm down again, fingers teasing just above where I need him. “Tell me how much.”
“Go to hell,” I bite out, trembling anyway.
Grayson only smirks, his hand dragging higher, higher–until his fingers press right over my clit through the fabric.
Dear goddess!
The sound that tears out of me isn’t a word, just a broken gasp. My knees nearly buckle.
“There she is,” he murmurs, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “I knew you’d come apart the second I touched you.”
“Don’t-” I start, but it turns into a shudder when he rubs me again, harder this time, the pressure perfect, brutal, not nearly enough.
“You missed me,” he says, like it’s already fact. His voice is wrecked, dark, as if he’s holding himself back by a thread. “Say it.”
I shake my head, biting down on the sheet, but my body betrays me, grinding against his hand like I can’t help it. He chuckles, cruel and low.
“Say it, or I stop.”
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He pulls back the slightest bit–just enough to make me whine, needy and furious. I fist the sheets, pride splintering into nothing, and when his thumb drags over my clit again, sharp and relentless, the words tear
out of me raw:
“Fuuuuck” My teeth sink into the pillow, muffling the cry. “I missed you, I missed you, I–God, Grayson!”
He groans, guttural, his hips grinding against me from behind. “That’s it. That’s what I wanted. My girl, begging for me.”
His hand keeps working me, ruthless now, his breath hot and ragged at my neck, like he’s as starved as I am.
Oh, kill me now.
It’s so much. Too much.
I’ve been starving for this, aching, and now he’s everywhere at once. I’ve missed this. Missed him..
My pride’s gone, shattered as I buck my hips, welcoming his touch.
“Jess,” he groans against my ear, guttural, reverent. His thumb circles harder, merciless, knowing exactly how to destroy me.
A cry tears from my throat, broken and raw. My thighs quake, clamping around his wrist, but he doesn’t ease up–he grinds me down, forcing me higher, faster.
God, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
I bite down on the pillow, muffling the sound, but it’s useless–his name rips out of me anyway, a choked sob as I finally come apart on his hand.
It hits me hard, violent, ripping every ounce of control I thought I had. I’m gone, ruined, clinging to the sheets like they’ll save me.
“Please….ah. Grayson.”
I claw at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto, but there’s no anchor–only Grayson, only his hand milking me mercilessly, dragging every last shudder out of me.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, voice shredded, lips hot against my ear. His chest pins me to the bed, heavy and inescapable. “That’s it. Shake for me. Don’t you dare hold it back.”
I’m sobbing, messy and gasping, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the sheer force of it. My body jerks, overstimulated, but he doesn’t stop–his fingers stay right there, coaxing, taunting, dragging it out until I’m whimpering into the pillow.
“Just take it,” he rasps, his hips pressing harder into my ass, the hard line of him grinding against me. “You like being my messy girl, don’t you?”
“Yes–fuck–yes,” I cry, arching against him, hips jerking involuntarily. “Fuuuck… I’ve missed you so much,” I gasp, voice breaking. “Please… don’t stop…”
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“All this time, baby… I’ve been thinking about you. About how you’d sound when I finally touched you again.”
A sob bursts out of me, shameless, my nails scraping at the sheets. “Please…”
“That’s it. Make noise for me,” he whispers against my car, voice rough. “I want every sound. I want you messy. Show me how bad you’ve been needing me.”
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you? You’ve missed me.”
“Yes! Fuck–yes! I need you!” I sob, hips bucking, body trembling on the edge, helpless, messy, quivering for him.
“Good girl,” he hisses, fingers ruthless, grinding circles that make my entire body spike. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take every bit of this. You belong to me. Every whimper, every gasp… all for me.”
I can’t stop myself–I’m writhing, shivering, moaning into the pillow, heat burning across every nerve. “Grayson–please! I–fuck! I need you!”
He presses harder into me, grinding his hips from behind, palm working me relentlessly. “Take it, baby. Take it all. You’re my messy little slut, and I’ve waited too long to let you hide it from me.”
I shake, body quaking, clinging to the sheets as he drags me higher, teasing me, whispering filthy praises in my ear: “That’s my girl. My desperate girl. Come for me, Jess… show me how badly you’ve missed me.”
And I do–breaking, crying, trembling, utterly undone, every moan, every gasp, every shiver all his.
I collapse forward, my arms giving out, cheek pressed to the sheets. Grayson follows me down, slow and heavy, lowering his weight until his chest covers my back completely.
For a long moment he just stays there, holding me pinned with his body, as if he’s satisfied as much as I am.
His lips find the crown of my head, soft now, not hungry, just a kiss that makes my throat tighten.
“God, Jess…” he murmurs.. “You drive me crazy.” Another kiss at my hairline. “I’ve missed you so damn much.”
I turn my face just enough to glimpse him over my shoulder, eyes heavy, breath still catching. His forehead presses to mine, a quiet moment carved out of the chaos.
“I love you,” he says. “I love you so much.”
