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I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him intently. He gives me a cocky smirk as he darts his tongue out, licking my slick folds. I let out the breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding, as his warm tongue hits my clit.
Damn, that feels better than any battery-operated boyfriend ever could.
I can’t keep still, every flick of his tongue causing me to buck my hips. His eyes never leave mine and holy shit, I didn’t realize I could get this turned on from his heated gaze.
"Angel, you taste so fucking good. Better than I could have ever imagined.” He hums against my pussy, sending a tingle through my body. “You’re so wet for me. Such a greedy, greedy girl.” Moving his mouth further down, he slips his tongue into my entrance, causing me to grind against his face.
“Fuck,” I moan out.
He moves back up to my clit, licking a trail up my slit. Inserting two fingers inside of me, he slowly pumps them back and forth as his tongue continues working its magic.
Holy hell, this is what I’ve been missing?I arch my hips off the bed, pressing his face even further into my body. I’m soaking wet, which should be embarrassing, but Greyson doesn’t seem to mind.
“Oh my god, Greyson. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I beg.
His fingers pick up speed to match the pace of his tongue. My orgasm builds inside of me, begging to be released. I thread my fingers through his hair, forcing his head to stay in place, refusing to let him stop. I ride his face, circling my hips to the rhythm of his fingers inside me.
I think I have a new addiction—his mouth on me.
A forceful orgasm rips through my body as he continues his pace with his fingers and tongue. Stars blur my vision, while my body feels like it’s exploding. He refuses to let up as my body quivers around him.
The sensitivity after my orgasm is overwhelming. I can’t take the intensity any longer. “Greyson. Fuck, Greyson, holy hell.”
He slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving my core empty and aching for more. Aching for him. “That’s just the beginning, angel. I plan to devour your gorgeous body every day of my life.” He crawls up my body to kiss me, letting me taste my juices lingering on his lips. My body is so responsive to his touch, to his taste, to everything about him. I’m all ready to go for a second round, but I want to taste him too.
Reaching my hands down to his jeans, I slowly tug the button open while I look into his vibrant blue eyes. Feeling bold, I bring my hands to his chest as I latch my leg around his hip. I push on his body, flipping us so he’s on his back and I’m on top. His jeans separate our bodies, but I can feel his hard length straining against them. He’s letting me take control this time—something I’ve never been allowed to do.
Damn, I haven’t even seen it yet, but I can tell he’s huge just by the feel of him.
I slowly grind my core against him as I place my palms on his tight abs. His body is perfection. His skin is perfect even with his scars—it reminds me of just how tough this man is, and how much suffering he went through. Most of the scars are white, but there are few that are pink, like they seem newer than the others. My eyes slide down, admiring his chiseled abs and that sexy V that disappears into his jeans. How can a man look this incredible? His body is what wet dreams are made of.
"Angel,” Greyson moans, grabbing onto my thighs, trying to hold me in place. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to embarrassingly come in my pants.”
“Hmmm, guess I better do something about this problem you have. Right?” I’m slowly finding my confidence. Things are just different with Greyson. So natural, like we’ve never spent any time apart.
I slide off of his body and move to stand at the edge of the bed. After I unzip his jeans, Greyson lifts his hips off the bed so I can pull them down along with his boxers.
His massive cock springs out, slapping against his stomach. My breath hitches at the sight of him.Shit, he’s huge.That thing could literally tear me apart. His thick, veiny cock sits there, staring at me. I can’t help but gape at him as he sits up on his elbows, throwing a smug grin my way.
“I think you’ve got some drool there,” he chuckles, grabbing his erection and gliding his hand up and down. My gaze follows the movement. His hand is big, but it doesn’t even compare to the size of his cock.
I want to be the one making him feel good.
“Shut up. I wasn’t drooling.” I scowl at him. Shaking my head, I drop to my knees, pushing his hand out of the way as I take his large cock into my palm. Instinctively, I lick my lips before taking him in my mouth.
Greyson’s hips shift beneath me as I take him deeper. A groan comes from deep inside his throat. I’ve done this for plenty of men before, but this time is different—I’m not being told to; I actually want to because I care about him. Another man’s pleasure hasn’t ever been something I worried about, until now.
I hope I’m doing it okay.
What if it doesn’t feel good and I’m messing this up?
These are definitely not thoughts I’ve ever had with clients.
“Lainey, shit.” He puts his hand on the back of my head, pushing my his cock further down my throat. “God, that feels so fucking good. So good, this might be embarrassing. You’re amazing at that.”
His reaction exhilarates me. I feel like a damn queen hearing how much pleasure I’m giving him. His cock is so big that it’s hard to take it all, so I bring my hand around the base of it, to make sure I can please every inch of him. Working him harder, I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him deep into my throat again.
“Fuck, Lainey, you’re going to make me come,” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut. I don’t take my mouth off his velvety length for one second, continuing to suck. A few minutes later, his body stiffens and his cock twitches as his hot, salty cum coats the back of my throat. Greyson groans out my name as I swallow every drop of him.
