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I know I’ve seen him naked before and I know I’ve touched him and done a whole lot more. But I can’t stop my mouth as it gapes at the man in front of me. His naked skin is smooth, slightly tanned, and totally lickable. The rippling movement over his taut abs make me clench. His tattoos scatter across his chest and arms, the lion growling proudly on his chest. The date scribed on his ribs that makes my heart clench because I know what it means now. The ink on his body isn’t there for anyone else but him, the way he wears it so well. The contrast of the shading and dark ink against his tanned skin is beautiful.
And his cock. It’s a goddamn masterpiece. Thick, long, with a vein running down its length, pulsing visibly, and the glistening tip has my mouth watering as he pumps the head twice before smoothing the condom over himself.
“You look like you’re starved,” he muses.
My brain is definitely melting.
“I am,” I admit. “Don’t you want to feed me? Fill me up?” I pop an eyebrow and he groans at my forwardness.
“Fuck, yes, I do.”
He lowers himself to loom over me again, turning my body into liquid. I push my chin towards him as he trails a fingertip over my hard nipple, down my stomach, over my pelvis and into my sex once more.
“Fuuuuuck, I love how wet you are. You sure you want this?” His words are filled with an emotion that he rarely shows: honesty. The more time I spend with Grayson King, the more I’m starting to believe that he might have a heart underneath that playboy exterior, but it’s almost too much to process, so I push it all to the back of my mind, opting to play with the bad boy instead.
I nod my head and pull him to me for a quick kiss. “Grayson. Fuck me. I need you inside of me.”
He hesitates for a second and I don’t know if I’ve said the wrong thing until I feel him lining the head of his cock against my entrance, moving in shallow movements against me, never giving me what I crave. “For the love of—” I’m cut off by him thrusting deeply and unapologetically inside me.
My mouth is open in an O shape, whilst his face is pure smug satisfaction on top of me. “God?” he asks, amused, finishing my earlier sentence. “I prefer Grayson on days when I’m balls deep inside you. Let’s not give him all the credit, hm? You can screammyname as much as you want, shorty.”
When he pulls back and bottoms out once more, he curses under his breath, looking down at where our bodies are connected.
Another thrust has me burying my head into the crook of his neck with a silent scream from the burn of him stretching me, filling me so deliciously. I’d forgotten how fucking good this felt.
“You, okay?” he grinds out between licking and kissing along my collarbone, stilling his hips for a moment. I feel full, but I feel… good, the pain morphing into pleasure.
“Move, Grayson,” I plead, because I might die if he doesn’t.
He growls and thrusts in again slowly, as though he has all the time in the world, letting me feel every hard inch of him. He rocks his hips, hitting my clit as he moves towards me, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Fuck, I forgot how good you feel. I’ve been craving you, your pussy choking me, Nora. Fuuuuuuck me, you’re so fucking tight.” His stormy eyes find mine as he dips down to my lips, tracing his tongue over my lower lip. “Breathe… relax for me, yeah?”
Before I can respond, he’s kissing me again, taking all the air I had in my lungs and owning it like it was his all along. My body instantly relaxes from his caress I grip him close to me, never wanting to leave this bubble we’re creating.
He pulls out and breaks the kiss just before he pushes gently back into me. The burn has turned into a desperate tingle as our skin caresses together, sparking flames everywhere as he moves deeply inside of me. His pace is delicious torture. He’s taking his time with me, and I appreciate that. I need that. His hard body feels so good under my fingers as I run them down his back, sometimes using my nails, earning a groan from him every now and again. My hands fall to his arse, and I try to push him in deeper. I watch his eyes darken when I do, and he smirks at me.
“What do you want, Nora?” His voice is dark and deep, igniting my need for him to give me more.
“Harder. I want it harder,” I breathe out, watching the passion spark over his face, that bad boy coming out to play with me.
He pulls out slowly, before driving so hard into me that I almost hit the headboard. My hands fly upwards, pinning me in place as he does it again and again.
He stops suddenly, sitting up and reaching for my ankle to hook it over his shoulder before driving himself deeper than he’s ever been. I cry out, unable to contain the noise.
“Fuck, yes, right there, huh? That’s good?” he asks, throatily.
“Right. Fucking. There,” I pant, between each thrust.
Each roll of his hips hits me in exactly the spot that I’m now begging for. Our bodies meet at each of his merciless pushes. My body omits white hot heat, and my building climax feels like it’s going to be one that tears me in half.
He sits upright, letting my leg drop to his hip again as he leans back on his knees to look down at where our bodies are connected. “Nora, fuck, you’re such a fucking good girl, taking every inch of me. You were made for me.”
I move my hazy gaze down, propping myself up onto my elbows to see what he sees. His pace slows, his jaw is slack and the groan that leaves his throat as his eyes roll back into his head is pure desire. Knowing that I’m having that effect on him has me in a tailspin.
Feeling confident, I look up at him determined to do something I didn’t get a chance do to last time.
“I want to ride you. Sit in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard,” I command, and he does, hooded eyes, licking his top lip, his thick cock glistening, covered in my arousal. I straddle him as his hands move to my hips, and I guide him into my sex. Lowering myself slowly, I hold my breath until he fills me completely again.
His eyes close and I grab his chin, forcing him to look at me. “Keep those pretty eyes on me,” I say through a shudder of him pulsing inside me.
