“Say it,” he demands, holding my arms with one hand as he lowers the other down my body. He grabs my bare breast, and it feels so good in his calloused palm.
“I’m yours, Grayson,” I reassure him, breathing hard as his brown eyes focus on me.
The corner of his lips tilts up into a satisfied grin. “That’s my good girl. Now let’s remove these panties.” He flashes a wink before grabbing the cotton and yanking them off.
I widen my thighs, and Grayson pulls them over his shoulders, then settles between them. Looking down, I hold my breath as he takes a long lick up my slit and immediately circles my clit with his tongue. I pinch my hard nipples and eagerly pant.
“Oh my God,” I moan, my head falling against the pillow.
Grayson plays with my pussy, his tongue and fingers working me up so damn much, I can hardly control myself. I fist my hands in his hair, keeping his head right where I need him.
“Yes, right there.”
Grayson’s mouth moves in perfect rhythm, and soon, my body shudders as I ride my release. My back arches, and I scream out my orgasm, his name lingering on my lip.
“You comin’ on my face is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever experienced,” he tells me in a deep, gravelly voice.
My chest rises and falls as I watch him remove his boxers, and his hard dick springs out. Lying beside me, he grips the back of my head, and our mouths crash together. I love tasting myself on him and can’t wait to return the gesture, but I need to feel him inside me right now.
“Fuck me, please.” I nearly beg, clawing my nails down his chest.
“How do you want it, sweetheart?” He presses his lips against my neck.
I grab his cock and stroke him. Grayson groans in my ear, and it sends shivers down my body. God, hearing him pant from my touch will never get old.
“I wanna ride you again.” I push him onto his back and straddle him. He immediately grips my hips, and his biceps flex as he tightens underneath me.
“Hell yes, baby.” He lifts me so our bodies line up, then I slowly lower myself on him.
“Holy shit,” I hiss as the tip of his cock hits me deep and hard. “That feels so good.”
“So goddamn amazin’,” he growls.
We form a rhythm, and he brings the pad of his thumb over my clit, rubbing torturous circles.
“So close, oh God.” I squeeze my eyes shut as he adds more pressure. Once again, I’m falling apart.
“Your pussy’s so tight, fuck.” He groans like he’s trying to control himself. Grayson fists a hand in my hair, then pulls me to his chest and captures my mouth with his.
As our tongues twist together, he brings a hand down and cracks it against my ass. I yelp out in surprise but love the way it burns. Picking up my pace, I ride him harder as he palms my breast.
“Your tits bouncing in my face is pure heaven.” He smirks, squeezing them together as he kisses my chest.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, Grayson quickly flips us over. He towers over me, sliding between my legs and thrusting hard.
“Jesus,” I moan out.
“Flip over,” he demands, giving me room to roll onto my stomach. “God, this ass.” He smacks it again. “On your knees, babe.”
Grayson takes me from behind, hitting all the right spots. I arch my back and lift my ass as he speeds up. When his fingers dig into my skin, I know he’s close and rock back into him.
“Shit,” he hisses, pulling my head back by my hair.
I look over my shoulder, and our eyes meet. The feelings I have for this man are so complex, yet I’m not scared. Perhaps I should be since I’ve never had a real relationship, but he makes me feel safe and secure. I know he’d never purposely hurt me or cheat on me. We can give each other shit one minute, then we’re sharing an intimate moment the next. That’s exactly how it should be—someone who can make me laugh and orgasm in the same breath.
As his eyes bore into mine, an overwhelming burst of emotions hits me. When his muscles tighten, I realize I’ve been falling for this man for years. Though I didn’t want to admit it, the lingering feelings were there all along.
“You’re so beautiful, Kenzie,” he says between heavy breaths. My pussy clenches as he slams harder, then he spills inside me.
After a moment, he releases me and realizes how hard he was hanging onto me.
“Damn, marked ya up real good. Sorry ’bout that.” He brushes a finger over the impending bruise.
I lie next to him and rest my head on his chest. “Just wait till the guys see the hickey I left on your neck.”