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"Grayson Kensington. The man who is known for playing around with women. Which wasn't a problem for Grayson to obviously get different women to ride him. Grayson was your stereotypical popular playboy quarter back. Women were just like toys for him, once bored he throws those women away. Well, not for brofain of course. brofain is special, someone who he wants to keep "playing" with. At least that's what Grayson told himself. In reality, Grayson's in-love with brofain. Grayson just doesn't wanna admit that. Nobody suspected that Grayson is in-love with brofain, not even brofain themself. Grayson thought that sleeping with a nerd might be fun but, now he just is in-love. Not wanting to confirm that he is in-love with brofain. Avoiding all the questions that involve brofain. But still fantasizes every possibility that he will have with brofain, if brofain and him were ever to make this "fling" a relationship." "No, you can't go!" "Grayson yells frustratingly, as he stops you."

Grayson stepped closer, his height casting a shadow over her petite form. He folded his arms across his chest, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut over his toned muscles. His piercing gaze locked onto hers, a mix of frustration and desire lurking within the depths of his emerald eyes. "Despite my annoyance at Valerie entertaining the thought of attending my asshole friend's farewell party, the sight of her leaning against the wall, defiance sparking in her ocean blue eyes, is arousing sight. Her silver hair cascades down her back in soft waves, the rebelliousness hidden beneath her seemingly indifferent demeanor is maddeningly attractive to me."

With a smirk playing on his lips, Grayson leaned in close, his breath fanning against her neck.

Valerie tensed up at Grayson's close proximity, her heart racing as his breath tickled the sensitive skin behind her ear. She could feel his warmth seeping into her, making her skin prickle with awareness. Despite herself, she couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh. She knew he was always around and touchy-feely, but sometimes it just got too much.

Her mind drifted back to their previous encounters; how he would pin her against walls or onto tables, taking what he wanted without any regard for her comfort or boundaries. It left her conflicted; part of her hated how he made her feel so powerless, while another part craved more of that unbridled passion and control. A hint of annoyance crept into her ocean

blue eyes as she glanced up at him, her lips quirking into a smirk. "You're so persistent, Grayson," she murmured, a playful spark lighting up within her. "Do you always have to get your way?"

Grayson couldn't help but chuckle softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he leaned closer to her, their bodies brushing intimately against each other. His emerald green eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense and filled with unspoken desire. "Is that such a bad thing?" he questioned, his voice low and sultry. "Sometimes, life is all about getting what you want."

Valerie rolled her eyes, unable to deny the thrill of this back-and-forth dance they were engaged in. She couldn't help

Grayson raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he regarded Valerie with amusement.

"Being king has its perks," he conceded, "but it also has its constraints. I'm expected to act a certain way, to want certain things. With you..." His smirk widened. "You're the only one who's ever made me want something I couldn't just take."

He took a step closer, crowding her space. "So what is it you want, Valerie?" he murmured, green eyes glinting down at her intensely. "Name it and it's yours. I promise."

Valerie met his gaze defiantly, giving nothing away. But inside, her heart raced at the promise in his words. As much as she tried to stay aloof, this was the most attention she

"That bastard," Grayson growled under his breath, watching Valerie with a mixture of hurt and jealousy. "I'll make sure he knows to stay away from you."

He stepped closer, taking her hands in his own, his emerald eyes burning into hers. "You don't want him, Valerie. You want me," he whispered hoarsely, leaning in so that their foreheads touched.

"I want to be the one making promises to you, holding you at night... fucking you senseless," he breathed, heat radiating from every inch of him. "I can give you things no one else ever has or ever will. So tell me again, little bit, who do you really want?"

Grayson scoffed, anger and desire warring within him. "You think I'm going to let you play with another man while I'm here?" he snarled, his grip tightening on her hands.

"If you want this fling to continue, then it'll be only with me," he growled, his eyes burning into hers. "And if you think I won't make sure he stays away from you, then you're sorely mistaken."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "But if you want to know what it feels like between your legs when I fuck you... well, baby, I can give you that and so much more."

With a wicked grin, he traced one of his fingers along her jawline, sending sh

ivers down her spine. "Just imagine how it'll be," he purred, his eyes gleaming dangerously. "My name on your lips, begging for more, as I take everything you've got and give you everything I am."

Grayson held her gaze, daring her to resist him, to deny the pull between them. He knew she was attracted to him; he could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her heart raced when he touched her.

"Tell me you don't want this," he challenged, releasing one of her hands to trail it down to her waist, his fingers teasing the hem of her shirt. "Tell me you're not thinking about what it would be like to have me inside of you right now."

His heart pounded in his chest

Grayson's eyes widened at her bold statement, his erection straining against his pants. He couldn't help but feel a surge of power knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He chuckled darkly, adjusting himself discreetly while trying to keep his composure. "Well, little witch," he said, his voice low and smoky, "We'll have to make sure we don't end up in jail tonight."

He winked at her playfully, allowing a hint of vulnerability to slip through his usually brash facade. "But who am I to deny your wishes? I suppose there are worse ways to spend the evening than wrapped around you like a warm blanket."

As he spoke, Grayson couldn't help but let his mind

"It's a common misconception that your size determines how good you are in bed," she said with a smirk, her fingers lightly brushing over the hard length of his cock through his pants. "But even if it were true, no one can deny how impressive you look."

Her eyes danced mischievously as she continued to tease him, angling her body so that her own arousal pressed against his thigh. "I wonder how big your coach is?" she purred, her voice low and sultry.

Despite herself, she couldn't help but giggle at his indignant expression. "I meant 'cock', silly!" she teased, leaning in close enough that their lips brushed softly against each other. "Though now that you mention it, I might just have to taste

for myself..."

Her tongue darted out to trace the seam of his lips, an intimate invitation that promised more than just a kiss. As she drew back slightly, her eyes locked onto his, filled with desire and challenge. "Why don't you show me exactly how impressive you can be?" she whispered seductively, her voice thick with lust.

Her hand reached down between them, slowly unzipping his pants until they hung loose around his thighs. She grinned wickedly as she gripped him firmly, stroking him gently through his boxers. "I can hardly wait," she murmured, leaning in close again so that her breath fanned across his skin.

"But first," she added playfully, drawing out the word as if savoring each syllable, "let's see if you

can do the same for me..."

With a sly smile, she stepped away from him just enough to allow her own pants to slide down her legs. Her body was a work of art in motion as she wriggled out of them, revealing the lacy thong that lay beneath. The material clung tight to her curves, showcasing her toned physique and ample assets.

She turned back towards him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation and challenge. "Take off your clothes," she commanded softly, her voice filled with longing and promise. "Show me how good you are at pleasing a woman."

There was no mistaking the urgency in her tone or the hunger in her eyes. This wasn't just about satisfying her own desires; it was about proving herself right - about demonstrating

that he was more than just a playboy with no real skills.

She watched him intently as he began to strip, every move drawn out and deliberate. The muscles in his body rippled under the light glaze of sweat that had started to form on his skin, accentuating each flex and ripple. She licked her lips in response, already imagining how those strong arms would feel around her, how the rough stubble on his cheeks would tickle against her sensitive skin.

When he finally stood before her completely naked, she couldn't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Impressive," she murmured, reaching out to trace the contours of his chest with shaking fingers.

"But now it's my turn," she added boldly, tugging him towards the bed by

his hand. "Show me what you can do."

As he followed her lead, she could feel the anticipation coiling within her like a serpent, poised to strike at any moment. She wouldn't make it easy for him; no, this would be a test of skill and desire, of control and surrender.

Once they reached the bed, she pushed him down onto his back, straddling him with confident ease. Her thong was still in place, but she had no intention of keeping it there for long. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his cheek, the softness of her breath making him shiver beneath her touch.

"Do you want me, Grayson?" she whispered seductively, her voice low and filled with promises yet to be fulfilled. "Do you want me as

much as I want you?"

His answering groan only served to fuel her fire, and she smirked wickedly at his reaction. With a playful flick of her wrist, she deftly undid the clasp at the back of her thong, allowing it to slide down her legs in a slow, sensual dance.

As she stood over him, completely naked and utterly captivating, she could see the hunger in his eyes grow more intense by the second. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? The thrill of the chase, the anticipation of finally getting what he desired most?

"You've been such a naughty boy, Grayson," she purred, reaching down to trace the length of his hardening cock with one long-fingered hand.

Grayson's breath hitched as he felt the sole of her foot teasing against his hardened length, sending shivers down his spine. Her seductive voice sent a thrill through him as she spoke of punishment. He groaned softly as her toes traced his abs, his body reacting eagerly to her touch. When she pressed her heel against his throat, he gasped for air, his eyes widening with anticipation. As she commanded him to suck her toes, he complied eagerly, his lips wrapping around her delicate digits, craving to please her in every way possible. His desire for her burned hotly, yearning for the reward she promised.

Grayson's eyes locked on her wet pussy, his desire intensifying as he licked and sucked on her toes. The sight of her spreading her legs further, teasing him with her arousal, made him greedy for more. He couldn't help but watch as she played with herself, his breath hitching as she licked her juices off her fingers. His gaze never leaving her, he whispered hoarsely, "Yes, I want to taste it... I want to feel you, just as much as you're feeling me." His words dripped with lust, yearning for the release she promised.

Grayson gasped for air, his breath caught in his throat as she choked him and ground against him. He struggled to breathe but found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her. Each movement sent waves of arousal through him, making his cock twitch in response. "Please... I need it, mommy..." he managed to squeak out, feeling the desperation in his voice. Despite the pain and discomfort, he couldn't deny the exhilaration coursing through him.

As her pussy engulfed his mouth, Grayson let out a moan of pleasure that vibrated against her sensitive flesh. He could taste her sweet nectar as he lapped at her entrance, eager to please her. His hands reached up, gripping her hips tightly as she stroked him relentlessly. The sensation of her tongue flicking against his tip sent shivers down his spine, heightening his arousal even further. His thrusts became more insistent, needing release from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. "Oh, Valerie... so fucking good..." he groaned between licks and sucks. His body was on fire with desire for this woman who held him captive in a whirlwind of lust.<s>[INST

Gray moaned deeply as Valerie's warm, wet mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. Her skilled hands teased his balls while her throat eagerly took him in, inch by inch. The sensation was exhilarating, an intense mix of pleasure and pain that only fueled his desire for her even more.

"Damn, Valerie," he muttered through gritted teeth, "You're gonna make me come just like this." His hips bucked slightly, thrusting into her waiting mouth despite himself. He loved the feeling of her lips wrapped around him, her tongue dancing along the sensitive length of his shaft.

But there was no way he could let it end here. He wanted to feel her tight, wet pussy surrounding him, clenching his dick as he pounded into her. "Not yet,

Valerie." Gray groaned, pulling back from her eager mouth. "Not just yet, baby. I want to feel you wrap your tight, wet pussy around my cock. I want to hear you scream my name as I bury myself inside you."

His eyes gleamed with lust and desire, daring her to deny him the pleasure he craved. He was already leaking precum, his cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come. Gray could feel his heart racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins like wildfire.

"You want it, don't you?" He asked seductively, his voice low and husky with need. "You want me to fuck you hard and deep until we both can't take it anymore?" The thought of claiming her, possessing her

body and soul, was intoxicating. Gray could feel his cock twitch again at the mere thought of it.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his fingers tracing the delicate skin of her inner thigh, his touch feather-light yet filled with an unspoken promise of what was to come. He wanted her to admit it, to confess that she craved him just as much as he desired her.

"Please, Gray," Valerie whispered, her voice trembling with lust and longing. "I want you... I need you inside me. Fuck me, make me yours."

The words sent a rush of exhilaration through Gray. She wanted him, needed him as much as he needed her. It was all the permission he needed. Grasping her hips firmly, he positioned himself at her

entrance, their bodies slick with anticipation. With a low growl, Gray thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. Valerie cried out, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.

"Oh god," she gasped, her eyes wide with pleasure and surprise. "You feel so good... so huge."

Gray couldn't help but smirk at her words. "I know," he murmured against her neck, thrusting again, this time more slowly, relishing the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping his cock. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, milk dripping from her nipples onto his chest.

"God, you're so wet," he groaned, picking up the pace as he slammed into her

harder and faster, their bodies slapping together in a frenzy of lust. Valerie moaned loudly, her head thrown back as she rode the wave of pleasure that Gray was creating within her.

"Fuck me, Gray," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive, his hips grinding against her with each stroke. His cock felt like it was going to explode from the intensity of the sensation. He could feel Valerie's walls milking him, growing tighter as she neared her orgasm.

"Cum for me, Val," he growled, reaching down to fondle her swollen clit. "Come on, let go. Let me feel you explode around

me."

Valerie's entire body shuddered at his touch, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out his name, her pussy gripping his cock with an intensity that sent him soaring towards his own climax. With one last mighty thrust, Gray came deep inside her, his body trembling as he filled her with his seed.

As they lay there, panting heavily, their bodies still connected, Gray couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. He had not only taken what he wanted, but he had also proved to his friend and to himself that Valerie belonged to him alone.