Page 68 of Keeping You

He leans in close, his breath dancing across the sensitive skin of my neck. “Stay.”

I squirm again.

“You horny, Spitfire? Do you need to get off?” His voice wraps around me, sucking me in and bringing me to the edge of begging. I’ve never wanted a man the way I do Grayson. I’ve never needed a man the way I need him. I’ve never begged a man, but Grayson seems to be breaking all those rules.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

He tosses the marshmallow stick into the fire, his hand coming to the waist of my shorts and deftly undoing the button before his fingers snake inside the waistbands of them and my panties. He quickly finds my clit, brushing his finger over it lightly and pulling a moan from me before his fingers snake lower.

“So wet for me,” he says before nipping my neck. He fights the sting with a kiss. He pulls out his finger, and I mewl at the loss of feeling. He helps me peel off my shorts and panties, dropping them at our feet, and positions me on his lap, my backto his front, a leg on the outside of each of his. I’m fully exposed, the heat of the fire on my pussy.

“Watch. Use the light of the fire to watch me finger-fuck this perfect little cunt,” he says as his fingers dip back in.

My head drops back, and he pulls his fingers all the way out again. “I said watch. If you want to come, you’re going to watch how well I take care of your pussy.”

I move my head and watch as two fingers enter me. He crooks them, finding that spot that is sure to send me over the edge. He builds me slowly, bringing me to the edge before backing away and letting the orgasm subside. Every time my head tries to drop back, he stops. He’s torturing me, but the pain is fucking delicious.

His other hand slides up the front of his sweatshirt I’m wearing and under my tank top until he finds my breast. He squeezes it before pulling down the fabric of my bra, exposing it to him completely. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and the fingers of his other hand continue to work in and out of my pussy. He nips my neck. My mind has no idea where to focus. He’s bringing me pleasure in so many ways, but when he pinches my clit, I moan and my mind is positive that’s where it’s going to focus.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all worked up for me,” he says.

My insides heat at his words. I roll my hips into his hand, needing more. I need to come. He’s been holding me on the edge for so long, I need release.

“Do you want to come?” he asks.

I nod vigorously.

“Then beg me for it. Beg your husband to let you come.”

“Grayson, please,” I mewl. At this point, I’ll do what ever he asks, as long as I get to come.

His fingers move a little faster, but it’s not enough.

“Grayson, please let me come. I want my husband to make me come,” I pant.

“Such a good girl.” His praise only makes me wetter.

His fingers move faster, and he rolls and pinches my nipple as he bites down hard on my neck, and I come. I shatter into a million pieces, my body on fire as I call his name, writhing under his touch.

When I’ve recovered from my orgasm, he pulls his fingers out and holds them to my mouth. “Open and taste yourself. Taste just how good your husband makes you come.”

I do as I’m told and suck on his fingers, my taste hitting my tongue as it works over his fingers, gathering every drop. I’ve never tasted myself before Grayson, and it’s not something I’ll ever go around doing, but if Grayson tells me to taste myself, I’ll fucking taste myself. When I release his fingers, he helps me off his lap and gently helps me dress. The entire time he helps me, my eyes can’t leave the sight of his erection. I’ve never been a tit-for-tat girl when it comes to orgasms, but my mouth waters at the thought of repaying the favour. Of dropping to my knees and pulling him out and taking him as deep down my throat as I can.

When my shorts are buttoned again, I do just that. The grass is warm beneath my knees as I position myself between Grayson’s legs.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m going to make my husband come,” I purr.

I reach forward and grip the waistband of his shorts. He lifts his hips, helping me pull them down his legs. I grip his cock in my hand, and he tosses his head back with a groan. I’m not having any of that. If he made me watch it all in order to come, he’s going to do the same thing. I release my grip, and his head shoots up as he looks at me, need filling his expression.

“You’re going to watch. You’re going to watch how well your wife gets you off.”

His expression turns from needy to downright feral. I grip him again, giving his cock a few pumps before I lean forward and lick him painfully slow from base to tip. I circle my tongue around the head, and his hips buck. I stop and pull my hair back in a makeshift ponytail, and he grips it in his hand. I lean forward, wrap my lips around the tip, and suck, hollowing my cheeks before moving down, taking him all the way to the back of my throat and repeating it. His grip on my hair tightens as he moans.

Being with Grayson has made me thankful for the fact I don’t have a gag reflex, because he easily reaches the back of my throat. I haven’t needed it for most of the other men I’ve been with, but Grayson is by far the biggest. I reach up and roll his balls, and he twitches in my mouth. He likes it. I apply a little more pressure as I take him to the back of my throat and suck, hollowing my cheeks again. The groan that leaves him has me grinning as much as I can around his cock.

I release him with a pop, my hand replacing my mouth.

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