Grayson’sPOV

Foreplay shattered when I couldn't take it anymore. I flipped us, pinning her beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist like vines. My fingers replaced hers, plunging into her soaked core—two at first, then three, curling against that spot that made her arch and cry out. She was dripping, clenching around me like a vice, her walls fluttering as I thumbed her clit in rough circles. "Grayson—fuck—more," she gasped, nails raking my shoulders, drawing red ...