Page 14 of Mr. Wicked


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I didn’t rush. I went gradually, listening to her sounds, watching her breathtakingly gorgeous face, looking for signs to make sure she wasn’t in pain.

But I saw none.

What I saw instead was need.

Want.

Desire.

And that was exactly what I felt as I inched my way in, her tightness and wetness taking hold of me. “Goddamn it,” I moaned, pausing when she had all of me. “You feel fucking amazing.”

I gave her a few short pumps before I dropped her legs and climbed over her, my arms at either side of her face, my hips rearing back to take a full plunge.

Jovana leaned up on her elbows and connected our lips, kissing me as I increased my speed.

“Don’t stop.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, where her nails found my shoulders and dug in. “Faster. Please.”

This wasn’t stopping.

This was lifting her into the air while her legs straddled my waist and carrying her to the nearest wall, where I could finish what I’d started.

With her back pressed against the hard drywall, her hands held on to me. And as I resumed the relentless climb with only one goal in mind, her mouth released moan after moan.

“Grayson!”

That goal was to hear her scream even louder than she had in my kitchen.

I was almost there.

“You like that . . .”

Her head banged into the wall as I thrust deeper into her tightness. “Yes. I want more.”

That was what I gave her—hard, relentless, agonizing strokes.

But while I watched her build and felt her narrow around me, there were sensations taking over my body. Alarms that were fucking ringing, enough so that I said, “You better come.”

“I’m already there.” By the time the last word left her mouth, her first yell was hitting my ears, her body contracting around my dick, and with that came a rush of wetness. “Ohhh! Yesss!” She filled her lungs and added, “Grayson!”

“Fuck!” I roared. The tingles shot through my balls and into my shaft, and with each dive, I could feel the condom filling more. “Yes!”

Our breaths mingled.

Our bodies were moving together.

Our shudders were rocking against one another.

And when the stillness took over, I set her on the mattress before I went into my en suite to trash the condom. When I returned to the bedroom, she was under the covers, propped high on a set of pillows.

Looking gorgeous as ever, but far too comfortable.

Before I climbed in next to her, I found my cell in the pocket of my jeans and brought it with me to bed, making sure the alarm was set for the morning.

“Jeez, that’s early.”

I looked at her, not realizing she was snooping on my screen. “I have a meeting I can’t miss.”

“I don’t even know what you do for a living. Obviously something very profitable because your condo is kind of outrageous.” She paused, smiling, assuming I was going to answer. When I didn’t, she said, “So, does that mean no breakfast? I know a great little place, probably only a couple of blocks from here.”

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