The Bet (Grayson)
⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you trudged along the cool tile of the Dolan household kitchen. You opened up the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, careful not to make too much noise. You hadn’t got much sleep the night prior and Grayson was the only one to blame. He had woken you up in the middle of the night, hornier than ever, and you had no choice but to give in knowing that he would keep bugging you until you caved. You ended up fucking for hours with so many orgasms you could hardly breathe afterwards.