Page 65 of Grayson’s Challenge

“But what?”

“I’m afraid I can only obey for as long as your hard-on is inside me.”

“Guess then I’ll have to fuck you long and often.” Which would be no hardship at all. On the contrary. Besides, he didn’t want an obedient partner, but an exciting and challenging one. And Monique was both.

Not wanting to come yet, Grayson pulled back and turned Monique to face him. “On the bench,” he demanded and led her out of the shower, before he pressed her down on the white leather bench in the middle of the bathroom. He went onto his knees in front of it and took Monique’s legs and put them over his shoulders, so her pussy was fully exposed to him.

“Oh, baby,” Monique murmured. “We don’t have time for that.”

“There’s always time for pleasure,” he protested and sank his mouth onto her sex.

He licked over her moist cleft, her juices collecting on his tongue. He spread them and licked higher up to her clit. The tiny organ was swollen, and the moment he licked over it, Monique trembled beneath him. Moans echoed in the bathroom as he lavished his attention on her center of pleasure.

Monique shoved her hands into his hair, her fingers caressing him and sending shivers down his spine, while he slipped one finger into her sex and continued licking her clit. Monique writhed underneath him, her body twisting and turning, but he didn’t let go of her. He wanted to bring her to the edge of a climax.

“Oh, oh,” she cried out. “So close. Please, please.”

He lifted his head and quickly stood up, Monique’s legs still spread and pointing in the air. He adjusted his position and plunged his cock into her quivering sex, while he used one hand to caress her clit. Monique arched her back off the bench, offering her bouncing breasts like on a silver platter.

Unable to resist the temptation, he dipped his head to one nipple and licked over it, before he drove his fangs into her flesh. A startled gasp burst from Monique’s lips, and at the same time, he felt her pussy clench around his cock as she climaxed. While her blood coated his throat, he continued thrusting into her welcoming channel, her muscles spasming again and again, as the waves of her orgasm continued.

He tried to hold on to his control to prolong making love to her, but her interior muscles squeezed him relentlessly, and he couldn’t hold back any longer and climaxed. His seed shot into her in hot spurts, filling her, and making her tight sheath even smoother.

When his orgasm ebbed, he retracted his fangs and licked over the puncture wounds and lifted his head. He looked at her face, and found her looking at him, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “You can do that anytime you want.”

“The biting or the licking?”

“Both.”

“Glad I don’t have to choose, ‘cause I don’t know what I like more: licking your pussy, or drinking your blood.”

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Monique chuckled. “Join the club.”

She would have a hard time choosing too, because she loved the way Grayson lavished pleasure on her and licked her pussy with such devotion, just as much as she loved it when he drank her blood. Both actions aroused her so much that a monumental orgasm was inevitable.

She’d always thought that if she had sex with the same man again and again, the excitement would wane and she’d lose interest in him. After all, that’s what had happened with all the men she’d been with. Instead, each time she made love with Grayson, her passion for him grew, and she wanted more of him. She craved his touch, his kisses, the intimacy they shared. Inside her, her feelings for him intensified, and deepened to a point that she hadn’t thought was possible.

The words he’d said to her less than twelve hours ago in front of his colleagues, echoed in her mind again.

I’m in love with you, Monique.

The words wrapped around her heart like a thick blanket meant to warm her. She felt that warmth now, and it felt good. Could she trust this feeling inside her? Was it the real thing? Was it love?

She pulled Grayson down to her, and brushed her lips over his. “I could get used to this.”

“You’d better,” he teased. “I have no intention of giving you up.” He pulled her up to stand and dragged her back into the shower. “Now it’s even more important that I get to run the Scanguards branch in New Orleans, ‘cause a long-distance relationship isn’t gonna work for us.”

Stunned, she froze. How could she have forgotten that he’d told her that he’d applied for a job in New Orleans?

“Something wrong, babe?” he asked, as he took the hair shampoo and began to wash her hair.

“That’s the job you were talking about that first night.”

“Yes. And once I get it, I’ll relocate here.” With surprisingly gentle hands, he lathered her hair and massaged her scalp.