CHAPTER 3: SWALLOW BEFORE THE CAKE
PIPER'S POV
Grayson freezes with his tongue buried inside me.
"Y-yeah!" My voice comes out high, strangled. Grayson hasn't moved — his tongue is still deep in my p***y, his hands still spreading my ass wide. "Just changing! I spilled something on my bikini!"
"Oh okay, honey. Have you seen Gray? Can't find him anywhere."
Grayson's tongue curls inside me and starts moving again, slower but relentless.
I bite down on my fist so hard I taste blood.
"No, Daddy! Haven't seen him! Maybe he went to get more ice!"
A pause that lasts a century.
"Alright, well, we're cutting the cake soon. Don't take too long!"
His footsteps retreat.
The second he's gone, Grayson starts eating me again — faster now, more urgent, his tongue f*****g into me while his thumb
