Page 97 of Elevator Pitch

I gasp, assessing the ripped seam.

I really liked this dress.

“Dammit, Greyson,” I whine.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll buy you one in every color.”

He kneels before me and presses a kiss to the tattoo on my ankle. My frustration dissipates as he kisses me all over my body, paying extra attention to my tattoos.

“I’m going to kiss these tattoos and you’re going to tell me what inspired them. I understand you’re excited, but you won’t get what you want until I get answers,” he orders.

I can hardly focus on what he said as he drives me wild, toying with my nipples in between kisses. I whimper in response as he kisses below my bra line, patiently waiting for me to name the song that inspired that tattoo.

“Fine Line,”I whisper.

He drags his mouth further down, peppering kisses along my ribs where an open birdcage rests.

“Gone Girl,”I say in between breaths.

“We’re almost done. You’re doing great.”

He gently kisses the flying bluebird with a honey dipper alongside the cage.

“Last one, baby,” he urges with a pinch to my nipple.

“Daylight,”I whine.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teases.

He’s a fucking menace.

He rises to drop his boxers, and I watch in awe as he rips open the condom and rolls it onto his dick.

“Lie back for me.”

I oblige quickly, spreading my legs for him as he kneels on the bed to assess me. Being exposed like this before him should make me feel uncomfortable, but it doesn’t.

I’m also glad I got a wax.

I hold my legs back as he rubs his dick against my aching pussy until I beg. I’m so fucking wet and pleading for him. Finally, he sinks into me and I gasp.

He pushes in slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size.

“You feel amazing. Fuck.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls out all the way to the crown. “You have plans tomorrow, Selah?”

I shake my head, unsure of why he’s asking that now.

“Good. ‘Cause you’re about to be up all night.”

My eyes widen as he ruts into me. Hard.

Oh god.

I moan and shut my eyes, and he halts his movements.

“Same rule applies. Eyes on me, or I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

I look up at him and gulp.

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