Chapter 8 - Dash Bolton

Dash POV

The way Grace’s legs tighten around my waist as she grinds against my cock is driving me wild. My head is spinning with the way her body is moving and the way her hands are digging into my air slightly, pulling as I move my mouth down her neck, leaving small kisses on her bare skin. 

I move my hand from her ass, caressing her leg that is exposed by the huge slit on her dress, and slowly move to the inside of her leg, caressing her pussy through the thin fabric covering it. I can feel her wetness and as my fingers move slowly, her breath hitches and she moans slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” I whisper into her ear as I leave a small bite on her neck sucking. Grace moans with her mouth on my shoulder, then her hips keep bucking against my cock. Her hands gripping my jacket to keep herself in place. I pull her underwear to the side, coating my fingers with her juices, and Grace bites my