Greyson
I was like a man possessed.
I was hungry for her. Hungry for her mouth. Hungry for her skin. Dying to taste her once again. My self-restraint had expired.
She whimpered between our kisses. My tongue was doing its job description; attacking her tongue and dancing with it. Lola wrapped her hands around my nape, bringing me down, allowing me to taste her more. Moan escaped my mouth. I pulled out for two seconds before I reclaimed her lips again.
I couldn’t get enough. I would never get enough.
“Lola…”
“Greyson…”
“Lay down, sweetheart.”
“But I’m still wearing my dress.”
“I don’t care. I want you to lay down on our bed. I’ll take off your dress later.” She looked at me, slightly confused. I hoped she could see it through my eyes that I would never hurt her. I would never do
