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Reducing Gray to this is wildly good for my ego. Not so great for my aching cock, but that’s a problem for future me.

“More,” he gasps, his thigh starting to tremble where it’s resting on me.

If he wants more, we need lube, so I pull my finger free. “Lube.”

He shifts a little, fumbling in the drawer before handing it to me. I pop the cap, pouring the liquid over my fingers before rubbing them against my thumb to try warming it up some.

Literally nothing will pull you out of sex faster than cold-ass lube.

The second I touch him, he jolts, pressing his hips down like he’s trying to get me inside him. Ugh. He’s the hottest person alive, I swear.

I give him what he wants, sliding a slick finger into him.

“I can take more, baby. Give me two.”

Of course he’s topping from the bottom. I’m not even mad at it, though. The rasp in his voice is unreal, and I want to hear more of it.

I press in with two, crooking them so I can find his prostate. I can tell right away when I have because his back bows, pre-cum spilling from the flushed tip of his cock. Ugh, I wanna lick it off.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” I ask, pausing.

He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Can’t do that on my own.”

Well, it’s a good thing he has me, then. This time, I can’t fight the smug smile.

And you know what? I’m gonna get what I want, so with the next press of my fingers against his prostate, I dip my head and swallow his cock.

It hits the back of my throat when he slams his hips up, and my dick jerks so hard I’m real concerned that I might come hands-free.

“I need you to fuck me, Harlow,” he rasps out, his hand finding a home in my hair as he tugs and pulls on the strands.

He’s definitely not ready for that yet, but I hurry the fuck up, working my fingers in and out of him quicker, and when they’re sliding easily, I add more lube and a third.

I’m barely even sucking his cock because I’m too focused on prepping him, but it doesn’t matter because he keeps rocking into my mouth. I’m a mess of saliva as it runs down his cock, pooling at his balls.

When I feel like he’s ready, I pull my fingers free. Grayson moves his hand, letting me lift my head, and I swallow, wiping my mouth clean.

“You look fucking obscene.”

I dart my gaze to Gray and find him watching me intently. His eyes are more pupil than iris, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip wet. I mean, he looks pretty fucking obscene himself.

He brings his thumb to my lips, rubbing it over my bottom one. “Your lips are so swollen from sucking my cock, pretty boy.” I feel my face heat as my cock throbs. “Pre-cum and spit all over your chin.”

Hey, I did my best to wipe it off. That’s not the point, though.

“Are you going mute on me already?” he asks, his eyes softening.

I don’t think so, but maybe. Being with Gray always shuts my brain down in the best way. There’s always something happening in there, but with him, it’s just quiet. Peaceful.

Ugh, and now I’m getting sappy when I should be fucking my husband.

Gray lets out a breathless chuckle. “C’mon, pretty boy. Come fuck me.”

I climb over his body, slamming my mouth down onto his as I line my cock up against his entrance.

It’s so warm, and it’s fluttering like he’s dying for me to just do it already. So when he grips my hair in both hands, moaning into my mouth, I push my hips forward, sinking into him.