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I finally got his belt unfastened and reached for the button and zipper of his jeans but he reached out and took me gently by the neck, his thumb pressing against my chin so I was forced to look up at him.
He reached down between us and undid the button on his jeans, then slid the zipper down before reaching out and caressing my breast.
My hands were shaking as I tugged his jeans down over his thighs until he was in nothing but his boxers.
Seeing him like this… all of this?
He was huge, but I knew that already. I swallowed hard as I pressed my palm to his achingly hard cock. He let out his breath, his hands leaving my breasts to tangle in my hair as I pulled down his boxers and just looked at him.
“You’re going to kill me with that thing,” I whispered, my words dripping with heat. I wrapped my hand around his cock, sliding my fingers down his length.
He swallowed hair, his eyes fixed on mine as I swiped my thumb over the tip.
There was nothing but primal longing in his eyes as he pressed me down on the bed.
I hadn’t been touched like this in… years. I don’t even remember the last time.
Sudden apprehension rippled over me and I tensed beneath him just as he bent to kiss me. He noticed.
He balanced his weight on one elbow as he caressed my cheek with his other hand.
“I’d never hurt you, Moira,” he whispered against my lips.
“What if I want you to?” I replied, then moaned softly as he ground his hips against mine, the tip of his cock grazing my wet slit.
He was breathing hard, his lips barely touching mine as he slowly pressed into me, stretching me, and then pulling out. I gasped the next time he did it, his hand moving from my cheek to my throat.
“Can you take all of me, sweetheart?” he whispered before thrusting. I arched my back, crying out as his cock filled me up in a way I was totally unaccustomed to. I was tingling all over, my muscles straining against him as he growled against my neck. “Answer me, Moira.”
“Please,” I panted. “I want you, Grant. Fuck me—”
He thrust hard, and I fought the urge to scream as he claimed me as his. He rose up on his knees, his hands gripping the headboard as he barreled into me over, and over again.
I reached between my legs, circling my fingers over my aching clit. He let out a choked breath.
“Fuck, keep doing that, angel. You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, reaching down with one hand and taking my breast in his hand, squeezing.
He let go of the headboard and pinned my waist against the bed, slowing his movements. I continued to roll my fingers over my clit, panting heavily as the sensation built and built until I was on the edge.
He slowed ever further to the point of teasing me just to hear me beg.
“Grant,” I purred, swallowing back the cry threatening to leave my lips. “Make me come, please—”
He pulled out, growling as he scooped me into his arms and rolled onto his back so I was on top of him.
His hands gripped my thighs, and I wasted no time sliding down onto his cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” He hissed through his teeth, his jaw clenched as I bounced up and down, rolling my hips.
He’d had me on the brink of losing control.
Now that I was in control, all I wanted to see was him unleash himself on me.
“Moira!” he panted, bending his knees as I rode him. I leaned forward, pressing my hands flat against the headboard and closing my eyes as he took my breast into his mouth, between his teeth.
“Holy—shit—” I cried, my hands curling into fists as an orgasm like I’d never felt before built between my thighs.
“God, you’re gripping me so fucking good,” he panted, then lifted his hips off the bed, forcing himself into me at just the right angle.
