Grayson POV
Pushing her legs open, I grasp her hand and place it between her legs.
She freezes and stares at me. “If you’re scared of your own hand, Angel, I hate to see your reaction to what’s in that bag,” I explain. She stares at me, and I move over her. With my body above hers, I guide her hand between her legs again. My fingers move, pushing one of hers into her p***y.
She whimpers and raises her hips. “Move it, Angel,” I order, and slowly feel her moving her finger in her p***y. I want to watch it, but I’m pretty certain it will freak her out. So I don’t. Instead, I kiss her neck, teasing her gently and slowly. “Time for another finger, Angel,” she sighs heavily at my words. “I can f*****g walk out if you would prefer? I said it’s time for another finger. Now be a good girl and
