“Your dick is inside of me,” I mutter.
“I know. Sleep, Milly. I’ll clean you once you fall asleep.”
“Mkay,” I say as I relax into his body. He gently rubs my back, and it drags me into my dreams.
Chapter Seven
Grayson
When I am confidentthat Milly is asleep, I gently roll and lay her on the bed. She moves to her belly, and I smile when I see the red stripes across her beautiful ass. I am way too fucking hard not to take advantage of this position. I just had that amazing woman wrapped around my cock for the last hour while she dozed in and out of sleep. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless, but she needs to rest.
Now that she is asleep, though, I’m confident she will not wake up. I lean over and grab the lube from the top drawer of my bedside table. When I turn back, I take my time with her. I start with just one finger and a liberal amount of lube. She groans softly, but by the time I get to three fingers, she is moaning.
I move to straddle her legs and place my hands to either side of her. When I slowly fill her ass, she lets out the sweetest fucking moan. This encourages me to push deeper and deeper until she has taken every fucking inch of my cock. I think the best part is, her ass is going to be sore tomorrow, and she won’t know why.
I take long, deep strokes in her ass, careful not to jostle her body too much. She is so goddamn tight and warm. Fuck, she’s so amazing. I love everything about this woman, but it keeps getting better and better.
Unexpectedly, she grips onto the sheets, and her ass tightens on my cock. Sweet Jesus, she’s coming in her sleep. I groan as my pace falters. When her entire body goes rigid, I can feel the moment that she soaks the fucking bed with her come as she rocks her hips in her sleep, helping me fuck her ass. That right there is just enough to send me spiraling over the edge, filling her ass with my come.
God, I love this woman. I don’t know if I can say that enough.
Chapter Eight
Milly
I suddenly gasp, andmy eyes snap open when Grayson shoves his cock into me. “Fuck,” I groan into the pillow. I am face down on the pillow, but he has my knees under me as he fucks my pussy from behind.
“Good morning, Baby Girl,” he says, slamming into me again.
“Fuuuck, Gray,” I groan again as I move up to my elbows. He holds tight to my hips and starts railing into me hard, fast, and deep. I am nearly screaming by the time we come. When he flips down on the bed beside me, I narrow my eyes at him.
“What?” he asks with a dampened smile.
“You dirty man. Why is my ass sore, Grayson?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “Your welted ass was just so tempting.”
“Never been beaten up in my sleep. This is cool!” I say with a grin.
“Brat,” he says, tickling my side. I laugh and jump off the bed to evade him, but he grabs my wrist at the last second and pulls me back. He wraps his arms around my waist so we are nose to nose.
Staring at him, everything is starting to hit me all at once. I try not to spiral. I try so fucking hard, but alas, I’m insane.
“We are married…” I say quietly.
“Yes, we are,” Grayson says, searching my face.
“I… You… We… You’re a psychiatrist. My psychiatrist… In front of Greg… Mom… Oh my God… I’m dead… He’s going to fucking kill me… He said… Oh no…” I mutter to myself as I pull away.
“Milly…” Grayson says as he moves off the bed.
“No. Don’t touch me. Please don’t touch me,” I shout and jump away from him.
“I’m not going to touch you, Milly. Take a deep breath with me,” Grayson says, carefully stepping closer to me.
“No. No, I need to be alone… I just need to… I need to be alone,” I say as I back away.
“Milly, honey. I can’t do that,” Grayson says gently.
