I wrap my arms around his back and scratch down the muscular plains until I have the globes of his ass in my palms. I squeeze and pull him against me so he is deeper.
“Finley.”
My name is deep in the back of his throat, a low rasp that tells me he’s hanging by a thread. I am too. He kisses the side of my neck, and I turn my head to give him more access, and he lathers his tongue around the same spot. Grayson raises his head and sits up, rocking into me harder.
He is gorgeous.
It’s hard to believe a man that looks like him is inside me right now.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he says, spreading my legs wide as he fucks me. “My cock is wet from you, Finley. Fucking soaked.” His eyes roll to the back of his head until all I see are the whites of his eyes for a second, looking like a man possessed, a man blinded by pleasure.
He lifts my leg and throws it over his shoulder, somehow getting deeper and filling me further. His forehead is sweaty as he lays it against my calf. I can tell he is going easy on me. The restrain is edging lines in his face, and he pinches his lips together, fighting the urge for more.
“Harder,” I moan. “Faster, Grayson.”
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“Thank fuck.” He flips me over onto my stomach and yanks my ass in the air, slapping my right cheek as he slides in me in one full stroke.
He grabs my hips and pistons into me. Our hard flesh is slapping harder and another slap rings against my ass. I love it. It leaves a slight sting, and I want more of the delicious burn. Grayson pushes my head down against the mattress and finds the strength to fuck me harder.
“Oh, god!” I scream, feeling his cock hit my womb, something neither of us are ready for. But I want it. I want him. I want all of him. “More, Grayson. Please, I need it.”
He straightens my legs under him and lays me flat. His mouth is next to my ear, and he licks the shell of it, another sensation to drive me out of my mind. “I’m going to fill this pretty cunt, Finley. I’m going to fill you so full, you’re going to feel me dripping from you for days.” He punctuates his sentence with a hard thrust and I cry out against the mattress.
“Grayson, yes. Please, I’m so close. Please.”
“So close to what?” He lightly scratches his nails down my back, and I shiver from the hint of danger. It isn’t like before. I don’t have to fight him. He knows what I want and need. I don’t want pain. I want a tickle of it.
Something barely there to remind me I belong to him and no one else. He is erasing the foul touch of the men before.
“I’m going to come.”
“The hell you are,” he sneers, flipping me over onto my back in a quick move. “Like I’m going to miss your face while you’re coming on my cock for the first time.” He hammers his cock, nailing me against the mattress, and the bed starts to squeak. The headboard slams against the wall and the familiar numbing sensation takes over my body.
“Grayson! Oh, god,” my mouth falls open and he rocks one last time, gliding his pelvis against my clit, and I shatter. I clench his cock as my muscles spasm and my legs shake. I toss my head back, and the euphoria never seems to end.
“Fuck! I can’t. No, I don’t want to yet,” but he groans anyway. “Finley, my Finley.” He thrust two more times, and his warmth splashes against my walls as my orgasm drinks him dry.
He takes my mouth in a sloppy wet kiss, and I’m nearly too tired to kiss him back. Grayson flips us so I’m on top of him, and I settle my head against his chest. We are both gasping for air, and I’m trying to form into words how amazing that was for my first time.
Especially when I had convinced myself that I’d never truly have a first time.
“Are you okay?” he asks me. “Was that too much?”
I shake my head and wrap my arms around him tighter. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
His finger slides up my throat and settle on my chin, and he turns my head so I’m looking at him. His brown eyes are thoughtful and sweet. The way he stares at me makes me melt, makes me fall harder for him, makes me want to be with him forever.
“You know what this means, right?” he asks.
“That … I’m no longer a virgin,” I state the obvious.
“Damn right you’re not,” he puffs out his chest, proud and cocky. “But no, that’s not it.”
I giggle, suddenly feeling shy and vulnerable. I try to glance away, but he doesn’t allow me to. He cups my face and sits up. The new position has me wrapping my legs around his waist, and his cock sinks deeper, still hard, still ready for me to use.
“You’re mine, Finley. You hear me? The world will be against us. You’re too good for me, too young, but I don’t give a damn about any of that. I’ll be good to you. You know that, right?”