MY GIRL

~EIGHTEEN~

As soon as we got home Ethan carried Grayson to his room.

He was still passed out and extremely weak from those people beating him up.

Even though I was pretty hurt, I thought that I'd go into the kitchen and prepare Grayson a nice breakfast.

I first started by toasting a bagel, I then scrambled some eggs and placed them on top aswell as chopped salmon and avocado.

I was pretty proud.

And finally I hand squeezed some fresh orange juice and put in a glass and placed everything onto a tray.

When I got to graysons room I saw that he was on his phone scrolling with his one good arm. But it wasn't the arm he uses normally.

Grayson is normally right handed but his right arm was broken, so he had to use his left hand.

"Hey gray" I said while creeping into his room.

"How are you feeling?" I placed the breakfast on the desk and then sat beside him feeling his forehead for a temperature.

He closed his eyes and sighed as if he was warm.

"I'm okay baby" he smiled while placing his hand on top of mine while I stroked his cheeks.

I smiled back at him and lowered myself so that my lips met with his, and I lightly kissed him.

With his left arm he pulled me closer, and kissed my lips more and more.

This then turned into a make out session.

In one hand he slid me on top of his lap. That's how strong he was, it was insanely hot.

"Gray, I don't want this to hurt you" I whispered in his ear breaking the make out session.

"It'll only make me feel better princess" he whispered back.

As soon as he said that I began to slowly and gently grind on his lap, still making sure that I didn't hurt him in anyway.

He moaned through our kisses. It felt amazing. The connection was incredible.

He stopped the next kiss and whispered, "please me baby"

I didn't argue or make him tell me twice. I slowly kissed down his body making my way to his shorts.

I pulled them down as much as I could and began to stroke him through his boxers.

After a few strokes I pulled down his boxers and began to suck him off.

I brought myself into a rhythm, earning his every moan.

His moans were seriously like music to my ears.

They were gorgeous.

I kept licking, sucking and teasing him until he finally gave in.

Hot liquid shot into the back of my throat and made me gag.

He grabbed my cheeks, "so fucking sexy"

"Now swallow"

Whatever he demands, I obey.