Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

51. Daydreaming

51

daydreaming

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | March 11, 2024

I wake up facing the sun, and I hear light snoring behind me. I laugh silently at the sound and the realization.

She stayed.

I did keep her up very late, so of course, she fell asleep and didn’t sneak out.

I had a large appetite that only she could satisfy. I’m quickly learning that when it comes to Selah, I’m always starved and desperate for more.

I glance over my shoulder, and as always, I’m astounded by her. I rake over her luscious frame and the way my shirt clings to it. Her long curls are spread across the pillows, and I stare in awe. I know she will be upset when she realizes she didn’t cover up her hair last night.

Note to self: Order silk pillowcases and a bonnet for her to keep here.

I roll over carefully and wrap her in my arms. I don’t wish to disturb her…I just need to be closer. She stirs and settles into me; her hair is now in my face, and I don’t mind one bit. I inhale deeply and am welcomed by the scent of cherries. My dick stirs in my boxers at her proximity. I don’t wake her and get comfortable, eventually falling back asleep.

I’m later awakened by her back arching into me. I reach under her shirt and pinch her nipples, and she squeaks in response, pressing her bare ass against me.

“On your back, now,” I order.

She giggles and rolls onto her back while I grab a condom from my bedside drawer. I’m on top of her instantly, gripping her thick thighs and scattering kisses along her stomach and inner thighs. Soft whimpers escape her throat the closer I get to her dripping center.

“What’s that, baby? You don’t like being teased?” I taunt as my mouth hovers over her glistening pussy. Her doe eyes are pinned on me as I blow on her pussy. The sheets are in her grip when she begs for me to taste her.

“Please, Grey. I need?—”

“What do you need?”

“I-I need to come.”

“That's my girl.”

My girl.

I smile against her before swiping my flat tongue along her dripping pussy. She focuses on me while I dine on her, swirling and flicking my tongue at her sensitive bud. I am a flower in need, leaning toward her light and quenching my thirst with her juices. Feasting my eyes on her beauty, I am a grateful witness to how her body responds to me.

Her hands are in my hair, craving more as I sink my fingers into her, curling until I reach the spot that makes her scream. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck in tandem with my fingers pumping into her tight pussy. She grinds against my face as her orgasm builds, crying out my name as she comes for me.

I remove my fingers and crawl up the bed. She opens her mouth for me like the good girl she is and sucks my fingers clean, moaning around them. When I retrieve my hand, she eyes me closely .

“I love seeing my cum on your face.”

The groan that escapes me is animalistic. “I need to fuck you. Now.”

“Then fuck me,” she challenges.

I chuckle. “Bend over, brat. And keep the shirt on. It looks better on you.”

Usually, I prefer her naked but seeing her in my shirt makes me feel like she is mine. I could get used to it.

“Yes, Daddy.”

She quickly bends over and arches her back for me, that plump ass in the air and her face in a pillow.

“Good girl.”

I roll the condom on my dick and smack her ass, and she moans loudly in response. I nudge her entrance before sliding into her, easing in until I bottom out. I dig my hands into her hips, her ass smacking against me as I thrust into her. Her muffled screams in the pillow and the sounds of our skin slapping fill the room. I feel her stroke her clit as her fingers slip and graze the base of my dick.

“Fuck. Keep rubbing that clit, Princess. I need to feel you come on my dick.”

Selah tosses her head back, releasing screams and whimpers of pleasure as I piston into her.

“I’m coming!” she shouts as her pussy clenches around me. I fuck her through her orgasm, my own isn’t far behind. I come hard and collapse beside her, pulling her close to me and pressing soft kisses on her back and neck.

“You took me so well.”

She sighs contentedly, nestling into me, her hair in my face again. We lie in a comfortable silence for a while, and she says, “You’re really nasty in the morning.”

“That’s what you get when you wake up next to me.”

“Hmm. I think I may need to do that more often.”

“I’d like that.”

I’d really like that.