Grayson.
I wait for her to respond, but she doesn't need to. The nervous flutter in her eyes gives her away completely. She shifts beneath me, her teeth catching her bottom lip in that maddening habit that drives me f*****g insane.
I reach up and tug her lip free with my thumb, ghosting over the swollen flesh. Her breath hitches.
"You haven't answered my question," I groan as the tip of my c**k brushes against her soaked p***y, the contact reminding me we're both completely naked and I'm barely holding on.
"Maybe we should stop," she mutters, trying to push up and escape.
Not f*****g happening. I keep her pinned with my palm spread flat against her chest, feeling her heart hammering against my hand.
"Are you a virgin?" I demand, even though I already know the answer. Because f**k me,
