Cruel Infatuation (Underground Kings 3)

Until he plunges his cock in me in one full stroke, blistering me from the inside out with his heated steal. He grips the hefty globes again and uses the sore cheeks as leverage as he fucks me. I’m whimpering, moaning, and crying; the pleasure is too much to handle. Another orgasm is building. I’m on the edge, but I can’t tip over because the pressure is getting more intense. I feel like … oh god, I feel like I’m about to pee.

He has to stop. I’m about to embarrass myself.

“Grayson!” I try to say his name in warning, but damn it, it comes out as a moan. “I can’t. It’s too much. I’m … I think … you have to pull out. I need to use the restroom.” God, how awful? To ruin this hot sex to stop just to use the bathroom.

He’ll never want me again.

“No, you don’t. It’s a very intense orgasm.” He spanks me again, a hard slap as he is ten-inches deep, and more pressure causes an ache so deep, I want to cry. “I’m not going to stop until you’re coming on my cock.” Grayson flips me over and places my legs on his shoulders, driving into me on repeat. I reach between my legs to rub my clit, hoping to ease the pain, but he slaps my hand away. “You’re coming by my cock alone.” He bends over and sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I toss my head back, arching my back so hard I feel like it’s about to break.

“Oh god, Grayson. Oh god, it’s happening. Oh my god.” Tears spring against my eyes from the intensity washing over me. I’ve never felt this high in my entire life. I reach out for his arms, chest, hands; I’ll take anything. I need something to keep me here on earth. I grind against his cock once to get a deeper penetration, and I’m shattering, screaming at the top of my lungs. I must have been too loud because Grayson is smiling, covering my mouth with his hand.

His lips form an O, and when he locks his eye between us, they widen, and sudden the wet sounds are much sloppier. His eyes squeeze shut, and he rams himself inside me, coming while I break apart. I’m still orgasming. My thighs are trembling out of control, and he’s filling me to the brink with his seed. My orgasm is pulling him deeper, bringing his come to the entrance of my womb, and I realize I want nothing more than to be tied to him forever.

My throat starts to hurt, and I realize I’m still screaming. I inhale and exhale through my nose as I come down from my high. It’s then I recognize it isn’t my thighs shaking, but my entire body.

His palm is still over my mouth, and he gasps for breath along with me. I don’t know what the hell just happened, but I think my soul left my body for a split second. Oh my god. Can he do that every time?

When our eyes meet, he has that cocky grin on his face like he is proud of himself. I guess he should be. I think I fell apart and simultaneously, he put me back together.

“You squirted,” he informs me.

I must have a look of ‘I don’t know what the hell that is’ because he bends down to give me a kiss and then groans as he pulls out of me. I moan too but for a different reason. I’m getting worked up again seeing his long shaft against his thigh, still semi-erect with come clinging to it.

My eyes widen when I see that he’s wet from his navel to his thighs. Every inch of him is glistening.

“And I think you might have woken the neighbors.” His stomach rises with every hard breath while his hands are on his hips in a superhero stance. And naked? Yeah, he can be my superhero any day.

I scoot backward and gasp when I see the wet spot on the bed. I’m so embarrassed. “I told you I had to use the restroom, and I … oh my god. I’m so sorry, Grayson.” I hide my face in my hands and do my best not to cry.

“Hey, woah, no. You didn’t use the bathroom. Don’t you know what squirting is?” he asks, pulling my hands away from my face.

“I haven’t done anything like this before, so no. I don’t know.”

“It’s when your orgasm is so intense, you come, like me, with a bunch of fluid. It’s a man’s dream.”

I shove him. “No wonder you have that grin on your face.”

He gives me a little dance with is upper body. “Means I did my job well.”

“Dork,” I snort, but remember the incredible sensation he gave me. “You can do that to me every time; I’ll be thankful.”

“If I can do it every time, I might feel superhuman. It might not be good for my ego.”

“Hey…” A knock sounds at the door. It sounds like Heaven. “Is everything okay in there? Someone sounded near death.”

“Idiot,” Owen says, and then a slap is followed. “They were fucking.”

“But … she…Oh… Oh!” Heaven snickers. “You dog, Grayson!”

“Stop eavesdropping, you fucker.”

“Ow, okay, stop pushing me. I’m going. Don’t you want to tell them why you’re back so early? The doc kicked you out.” Another slap sounds, and I don’t know if it’s Heaven slapping Owen or the other way around.

“Dillon is still asleep and fine,” Owen bellows through the door. “There. You happy? Get to walking.” Another slap sounds, and I hold back a giggle.

“I’m going! Jeez. Everyone is so mean to me,” Heaven sounds like a child.

Grayson and I end up in silence as footsteps echo down the hallway, and their bickering gets further and further away.