𝖤𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖳𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍

Piercings. (G.D)

Disclaimer this story is not mine. It belongs to
@-killstation whose book was sadly deleted. Enjoy.

GRAYSON DOLAN

[ Dt : dolanpills <3. My light at the end of the tunnel. ]

song for chapter : you're thinking too much, stop it. - xxxtentaction (i recommend to play on repeat!)

[7]PIERCINGS.

this is about 3000 to 4000 words basically a huge smut for my bsf. And its nasty like nasty, nasty. ________

GRAYSON has been Yasmine's roommate for about six months, only doing a huge favor for ethan since he thought about moving in with his girlfriend, saturn, he stil had the key to the house to visit. anyways, but living with gray has been tough experience for her. He always brings girls in and out of the house just to have sex then call them an uber the fast way he can but also is an complete asshole, he keeps to himself and has a stone cold personality.

As much as Yasmine wanted to hate him, she couldn't. The energy he had roped her and pulled in to be desperately attracted to him.

Grayson was drop dead handsome, he knew that. He had little to know history with relationships, but sex, woman. Oh he knew everything on how to make women scream.

Soon Grayson walked out his room in only sweats.

He was doing his morning work out, like usual. She thought about how much the guy works out, how big could he get? He was already 6'3 towering over her 5'1 self now he's tall and wide.

his newly dyed blonde hair drenched over his head, the glistening sweat that clung to his inked strong broad body and swollen lips. Yasmine was in the kitchen grabbing her a fruit cup. she rolled her eyes and scoffed but was drenched at the sight of him.

She quickly noticed the new 'revenge' tattoo on his forearm.

She swallowed the lump that seemed to be stuck in her throat.

She hated to admit that he was attractive, she hated it with a passion.

She hated how he would get under her skin with his body, his voice, his words. My, my, my he was a smooth talker

And Grayson thought the same thing.

Yasmine was tough, to the bone. He loved that on a woman, she spoke her mind and she talked to him the way she wanted.

She doesn't fall at his feet.

She had tattoos like him not as much as him but they had dark meanings. She had a couple small ones on her forearm, one behind her ear and alot on her fingers, she had a slamming body too, her ass on her was something gray thought about but her tits were something else, She utterly beautiful.

So there was no denying the sexual tension.

They wanted each other but pride was in the way killing everything.

"The fuck you staring at?" He brought his large hand with his flexing bicep up to his hair to move it out of his eyes, his body flexed doing so.