Page 8 of Sold to the Investor

I search his eyes, my heart skipping a beat at the raw desire in his eyes. “I don’t want you to hold back,” I reply, letting go of all inhibitions.

At my words, a different side of Grayson emerges. Harder. Harsher. Possessive. His midnight eyes burn with deep-seated need.

He slams his lips against mine. This time the kiss is demanding. Unyielding. As if he can’t get enough.

My breath stutters in my chest. His passion and hunger explode across my senses, and I whimper, my hands tangling in his shirt. His answering groan vibrates through me, tightening my nipples and sending goose bumps racing across my skin. I fall into the kiss, swept away by the lush carnality of it. A sob of pleasure escapes me.

He breaks the kiss and trails his lips to my neck. My pussy floods as his tongue swipes over my wildly beating pulse.

“You ready for me, baby?” he rasps against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers through my body. I whimper aloud. “Are you soaking wet for me? You want me to ease the ache in your cunt and drive my cock into your wet pussy over and over?” Every word sends shivers of awareness through my body as he sucks my lobe between his teeth, giving it a tiny nip.

My knees buckle under the assault. “Y-yes,” I stutter shyly in a voice husky with desire.

He guides me back until my calves hit the bed frame, and then I’m gently pushed onto the bed. My chest heaves as I watch him yank off his shirt, his gaze hungrily devouring mine in the process. His chest is sculpted, hard ridges of defined muscles under golden skin. His massive body should scare me, but I feel safer than ever. Protected.

He climbs onto the bed, his knees between my thighs, and slowly pulls off my dress and underwear, stealing a touch with every movement of his hands.

By the time I’m naked, I’m panting and unexpectedly aroused. He’s no different—it’s evident in the tent of his trousers. His lustful gaze roves over my body and everything stands at attention as if listening to a silent command.

“My God, Sophia. You’re exquisite,” he breathes softly. “I can’t believe you thought I didn’t want you. I could look at you for eternity, baby.”

He slowly closes the space between us and then hitches me up with an arm banded around my back, centering me on the bed before he settles atop me. His hands slide down my throat to my shoulders, blazing a hot trail across my skin. His mouth latches on a puckered nipple, his lips soft and warm, the suction slow and savoring. He closes his fingers on the other and rolls it between them, teasing and tugging. I can’t help the way my body reacts. Small cries escape my lips as he savors my sensitive buds, alternating between the two.

“My baby loves what I do to her,” he rasps softly, his hot breath brushing over my tight, hard nipple.

“Grayson,” I whisper brokenly. I arch my back as my sex clenches, growing wetter at the sensory overload. If this is what it means to have his attention, then I’ll gladly accept. This wanton person, undulating her hips trying to ease an ache, is a new version of me that I didn’t know existed. My mind is in a sexual haze and my insecurities seem nonexistent.

Grayson lets go of my hard nipples with a final kiss, then trails his lips down to my belly button. Tiny bites follow his movements, and he swipes his tongue slowly to soothe thesting. My stomach vibrates with pleasure as he swirls his tongue around my belly button, then slowly licks and sucks his way down to my core. He parts my swollen flesh, feasting his eyes on my budding clit. My breath trembles in anticipation. He arranges my calves over his shoulders, exposing my sopping wet flesh, and my sex tightens sharply at his bold stare. He blows gently on it, all heat and breeze, dragging a reaction out of me as my hips buck and my pussy floods at the assault.

He lets out a soft groan. “Ah, I fucking love how responsive you are, baby,” he rasps over my clenching, wet pussy.

My fingers grip his hair, and just when I think he’ll never end this torture, he closes his mouth over my engorged clit, sucking hard. “Argh!” I buck, wild. My orgasm is hard and sharp as I slam to the peak. Grayson continues his assault as if he didn’t notice my release. He nips and sucks at my clit, his movements voracious and savage. Tension slowly gathers in the pit of my stomach and loud whimpers slip from my lips. I try to hold them in, but it’s impossible.

My body goes taut as the tension ramps higher. I’m gyrating my hips in wild abandon, desperate for the final push to ease the staggering ache. But he slows down, giving attention everywhere but my clit. Then he starts again, ravishing my sex with gusto until I’m achy. My grip on his head tightens and my quiet whimpers transform into loud moans as he continues his torture.

“P-please, Grayson,” I sob.

“Not yet, baby. Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy. It’s addicting.” His voice is guttural, and he smirks up at me before he continues his sexual torture.

My pleas turn into chants and I turn my head from side to side, begging for release. My loud moans have become even louder. And just when I think that I can’t take it anymore, he sucks me deep and hard, sliding two fingers inside my core and curving them. My mind goes blank and I go over the edge, screaming my release as I coat his fingers.

I watch him take off his remaining clothes, still in the high of my orgasm, my core tightening at the aftershocks. He is all man with his big thighs and jutting cock. As he settles his weight against my core, he slowly takes my lips. His movements are soft and possessive as he takes and gives. He slowly glides his stiff length along my wet core, stimulating the sensitive flesh.

He kisses a path to the sensitive arch in my neck and I arch into his mouth, moaning softly. The movements of his body on mine are slow and languid, stoking a deeper flame of need. It festers as my sex floods with hot, wet liquid. Everything feels different now, meaningful.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he slowly eases the head of his cock into me. He thrusts gently, shallow and slow, not fully entering me. The movement is maddening and torturous and my sheath clamps tightly at every intrusion. He groans and rests his forehead on mine, his nose stroking mine in affection.

“It’s going to hurt, baby,” he confesses thickly. His midnight eyes show his barely restrained desire.

I nod, blushing softly. “It’s okay,” I assure him.

His need for me is blatant and empowering. Knowing that a man as powerful as Grayson wants me and is caring enough to show me how much he needs me is enough for all my insecurities to dissipate.

His eyes go darker at my assurance. “Put your hands over your head. Don’t move,” he orders in a guttural tone.

Oh God.

My core clenches hard at the steely order. He rolls my nipples with the pads of his fingers, strumming and flicking. The coarse flesh creates a friction and I arch up to meet him. My hands ache to touch his inviting flesh, but I’m helpless and under his control. I welcome it.

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