GRAYSON
GOT ADDICTED
Leila is lying beneath me, skin flushed to a deeper hue of brown, eyes diverted away from me. She's such a beautiful creature, stubborn but with a sturdy head on her shoulders. Her small body is soft beneath my hands, plumpy flesh where I'm hard, curves where I'm straight. There's a fondness for her that's growing within me, a possessiveness that may prove fatal one day. But for now, that didn't matter. I wanted her eyes for myself, so I took it, turning her head to meet mine using my thumb.
"What?" Leila asks.
Despite being beneath me and deeply flustered, she's still bold enough to illict a small amount of irritation from me, I doubted there was a submissive bone in her body, it's still a puzzle how she took that long to run away from camp.
"I was just admiring how tasteful you are"
Her eyes dilate even larger, a small 'O' forming on her mouth.
"Why would you ever think that?" She asks softly.
"Because it's true. You're a little rough around the edges, bu
