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His mouth released my nipple, and he blew on the wet bud, making a shiver run down my spine as it stiffened almost painfully.

Then, he moved to my other breast and started all over again.

Greyson took his time lavishing attention on my breasts until I was squirming on the bed, my breathing ragged.

“Such pretty tits,” he mumbled. “I could play with these all day. Would you like that? Or do you crave more?”

His dark eyes looked up at me, hungry and wild.

“I… I…”

I didn’t know what I wanted. I couldn’t think clearly, my thoughts lost in a haze of lust. And I didn’t care. I wanted it to carry me away.

“Shh.” Greyson rose above me, placing a finger to my lips. “You don’t have to answer. I know what you need.”

And he did.

Getting to his feet, he pulled off his shirt, and I stared at the expanse of his broad chest. Shit. He was built like a god. Smooth tan skin over sculpted muscles that I wanted to trace with my tongue.

Then, he ditched his shorts.

His boxers went with them, and my breath caught as his cock came into view, long and thick and pointed right at me. My core clenched, and I finally moved my arms, so turned on that I needed some form of stimulation, even if it was my own touch.

“That’s right. Squeeze those tits for me,” Greyson said, his own hand wrapping around his erection and stroking slowly. “Show me how you touch yourself in bed at night.”

My breathing picked up as I brushed my thumbs over my nipples, still hard from the ministrations of his mouth.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice smooth as silk as he rolled on a condom that he pulled from a side pocket of his suitcase

“G-good,” I said. “It’s so good, but I need…”

“More?”

He pulled me to the edge of the bed by my ankles, and I let out a surprised yelp that ended on a quick inhale when he tugged my bikini bottoms off and cupped my sex.

“I knew you’d be wet for me,” he said with a smirk. “My horny girl.” He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders as he stood at the side of the bed, looking down at me with hooded eyes. “Take off the dress and bikini top. I want to see all your curves.”

I struggled to tug the dress off over my head while he distracted me by running the head of his cock against my pussy. Every time he brushed over my clit, a whimper left my lips.

“Watch me, Heather. I want your eyes on me as I take you.”

As soon as I met his gaze, he pushed inside of me.

I cried out and the bed creaked as he sank in to the hilt, stretching me in the most delicious way. He didn’t give me time to adjust to his size, but I didn’t need it. I was so wet and ready for him that I felt nothing but pleasure as he started to ride me rough and fast. My legs up on his shoulders allowed him to hit just the right spot, and he drove me to the edge so fast that my orgasm caught me by surprise. A hitched sob escaped me as I came, toes curled on either side of his head and hands clutching desperately at the bedspread beneath me.

“Yes,” he hissed, his hips moving faster. “Oh shit, baby. You feel so good taking me like this.”

I loved the things he said. The praise. The dirty words. The tinge of desperation in his voice.

He leaned forward, folding me in half as he pressed his lips to mine, his thrusts still rough enough to make the headboard bang into the wall. My climax had tapered off, but the new angle of my hips drove my pleasure to new heights, and a second wave was building, making my stomach muscles clench and my legs tremble.

“Please,” I gasped, head tossed back. I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for, but the word fell from my lips over and over. “Please, please…”

Then, his hand was between our bodies, his thumb pressed against my clit. He rubbed in a tight circle between every thrust, and that was it. My eyes rolled back in my head as I fell apart, and it was even more intense than the first time.

My voice cracked as I called out his name, my fingernails scraping down his back. My mind blanked out, reality ceasing to exist while I was riding a high unlike any I’d ever felt before.

Then, I heard Greyson’s low groan and my eyes popped open to watch him as he came. The thick cords of his neck stood out, his face twisted in a way that could have been pleasure or pain.