Page 114 of Lessons In Grey

He slid his leg between mine, effectively pinning me against the wall. “Do you believe me?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, his eyes locked on my lips.

I nodded again, sliding my hands up his chest, over his shoulders. “I do.”

His eyes flicked to mine. “Don’t say words like that, baby, or you’ll force my hand.”

I slid my hands around the back of his neck, that craving for him, that need, filling me to the very brim. “Okay,” I whispered and slammed my lips against his.

His tongue instantly found mine, sliding back against it until our kiss was so deep, I was sure he could taste my soul.

I cupped the back of his neck with one hand, sliding the other back down until I felt his hardening cock twitch under my palm.

Grey moaned into my mouth, shoving up against me, his hand sliding up my shirt, palming my breast.

I grinded against his thigh, groaning at the friction, needing more. Fuck, I would always need more. It was never enough with Grey. One time, a thousand times, I needed more.

Grey broke away from me, panting. “Turn around,” he instructed, stepping back.

I did without hesitation.

He took my hands and lifted them above my head, pressing them into the wall before sliding his own back down, tracing the edges of my body. “Hips out, baby.”

I shoved my ass back, glanced back, heart racing as he stepped forward, his cock pressing against my ass. I pushed against him again, pulling a groan from his chest as he slid his hands across me. One found my breast again, the other unbuttoning my jeans, sliding between my legs.

I gasped, groaning.

“Fuck, Emily,” he growled into my ear. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

I nodded, grinding against the tips of his fingers. “Yes.”

“What a good girl you are,” he said, sliding his fingers down the center of me. “Dripping for me.” He nipped at my ear. “Tell me, did you like sucking my cock earlier?”

I nodded, groaning as he slowly slid a finger into me. “Fuck, yes,” I hissed.

“Do you like knowing that you’ve ruined me?” he asked, sliding another finger in. “Do you like knowing I will only ever cum for you for as long as I draw breath?”

“Oh,God,” I snarled, rotating my hips on his hand. “Yes.”

“Good,” he breathed, curling his fingers up. “Now, I want youto think about the fact that the entire school might see me fucking you right now. They’ll see you cumming on my fingers, on mycock,” he snarled as he moved his fingers in and out of me, hitting that perfect little spot that sent sparks of pleasure to every nerve-ending in my body. “Maybe they’ll get off on it. Maybe they’ll think it’s two ghosts fucking each other in the haunted wing of the school. Or maybe they’ll know, and they won’t care, and tonight when they go home, they’ll think of us.”

I pressed my head into the wall, dragging my nails down it as he finger-fucked me fast and hard. I could hear the clear need from him every time his hand slapped against my pussy, and it only made the craving worse.

I groaned, shoving back against him as he kissed my neck, claiming me over and over again until I exploded over his hand, barely able to contain the moans of pleasure that ripped from me as he kept going and going until my legs shook in need.

He carefully pulled his hand out and slid his fingers into my mouth, his other hand unbuckling his belt pressed between us. “Taste what I do to you, Snowflake,” he ordered, shoving my pants down.

I sucked on his fingers greedily, swirling my tongue around until I felt his cock press against my entrance, pulling another soft whimper from my lips.

He pulled his fingers back and grabbed my hips, angling me exactly how he wanted me.

My spine curved back, my legs spreading, and he slid into me with such ease, it was almost embarrassing how aroused I was.

I groaned, slamming back against him, feeling his cock fill me so full, I almost laughed in excitement.

Grey grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back against him, his cock hitting that all to sensitive part of me, my heart racing.

He pressed his lips against mine, catching my lip painfully between his teeth, pulling on it gently before releasing it. “Youdon’t get to use the bathroom until eighth hour, is that understood?” he asked as I slowly adjusted to his size. “I want to know that when I see you walking down these halls, you still have a piece of me inside of you.”

Well…shit. That was hot and fucking terrifying. I hadn’t gone since second hour, but God, I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to carry him around with me all day, knowing that I was the only one in this school who had. “Okay,” I panted.

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