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Grayson laughed, but after some effort, he was finally shirtless. She bit his arm, and he grabbed her jaw, bringing her mouth to his.

He kissed her again and again, their bare skin searing each other, except for the very unfortunate fact that he was still wearing pants. She rubbed her naked body against the rough fabric, but it wasn’t enough.

“Off,” she said, reaching for his belt. She began to undo it, immediately getting distracted as he kissed her. She pulled away, getting it unbuckled, but then he kissed her again. She laughed against his mouth. “Off!” she ordered.

“You have no clue how hard it’s been not being able to kiss you,” he said, kissing her throat.

Lucy palmed her hand down the front of his pants, and he swore.

“Oh, I have some idea how hard it’s been.” She smiled.

“Wicked girl,” he said, grabbing her wrist and rubbing harder against her palm.

Her hand burned as desire shot through her like lightning.

“Fuck me,” she swore, reaching to tear his zipper down.

“That’s the plan.”

He chucked his pants away, and she pulled off his boxers, setting him free. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was huge.

She remembered the feel and taste of him deep in her mouth, and desire flamed through her. Wrapping a hand around him, she stroked up and down. He hissed, his whole body going rigid.

Lucy wanted to wind him up as tight as she was, but before she could, he grabbed her hand, stopping her. With a grin, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

She laughed, surprised, until he spanked her. She let loose a delighted moan and writhed against him. He spanked her again, harder, the slapping sound echoing in the room.

“Fuck,” she groaned, scratching his back with her nails. “Grayson.”

He dropped her onto the bed, flat on her back, and her legs bounced open. Eyes dark, he got onto the bed at her feet. She looked up at all of him.

He put his hands around her knees and pushed them back, spreading her legs wide open. Cool air blew over her aching folds, and she hissed.

“Look how wet you are,” he said, voice reverent. “All for me.”

Holding her knees apart, he leaned forward and licked her from back to front in a fluid stroke deep enough to make her see stars.

Lucy cried out, and wasting no time, he kissed her right where she was pulsing, sucking hard. Vision sparking, she reached for his face to stop him. For the first time ever, she didn’t want a man to go down on her.

She wanted his dick deep inside her, every single inch. Sensing her thoughts, he smirked.

“Patience, princess,” he said, smiling. “Don’t you want me to lick this pretty little cunt of yours?” He ran his tongue up her seam, giving her a sample of just how good he could make it for her.

Okay, never mind. As much as Lucy wanted his dick, she wanted his tongue, too.

She nodded, whimpering. “That’s what I thought,” he said with a cocky grin. He licked her again, this time teasing her between his teeth.

Lucy moaned, holding on to his head. She pulled his hair as he moved, licking and flicking, deeper and deeper. She lifted her hips to fuck his face, the two of them in sync, going faster and faster, heat burning within her until she reached the peak of her pleasure and came on his tongue.

But it wasn’t enough. As he shifted his mouth away from her, she knew she needed him pounding inside her. He kissed her stomach gently, working his way up.

She reached for his hips with both hands, and he tsked. He put his hands over hers, peeling them away from his skin, and brought them up over her head, pinning them in place against her bed frame. Her body arched.

“Can I?” he asked, eyes flicking from her hands to her eyes. Understanding, she nodded and snapped her fingers. A silk scarf appeared.

Eyes dark, he tied her hands to the bed frame, cinching the scarf tight around her wrists. He removed his hands, the last remaining contact between their bodies. She was spread completely bare. He moved back, looking at her with a glint in his eyes.

“Much better,” he said. “Now you can’t interfere.”