Grace's kidnap

Davis's POV

Fuck! Fuck!

I thought not going with her to the kitchen would take my mind off undressing her and fucking her again and again, but that wasn't happening. Instead, I was hard like a rock, but there was no Grace to fucking calm me down

That girl is a drug, my fucking drug that I am so fucking addicted to. And I don't need to stay away from it, instead I need to get too much of it, so I can get tired of it. But the fuck, I can't. I am not sure I'll ever be able to get fucking tired of my fucking baby.

Her body, her moans, her flushed face, her fucking cry when I drive into her. My angel was driving me insane with her walls clenching against my dick like she owned it.

Fuck! She owned it, alright.

And she dared to provoke me by wearing my damn shirt again. I'll let her eat, alright. I'll let her eat all she wants, and I'll let her rest for a while. We are going to fucking spend the night on the bed, but we won't be sleeping. Not after we had slept earlier

I looked at the tim