Page 46 of Love Me Back
“Sit the fuck down,” he growled as he slapped my ass. I never believed there were guys who acted this way. The way he ate me out was like he was obsessed, like he was starving and couldn’t get enough.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks, kneading and pulling at them, until his finger found the spot no one had ever dared touch. I lifted off his face and looked at him as he grinned like the cat that got the cream. And he had; it was smeared on his lips and beard. It was so fucking hot.
He pushed me back against his mouth and played withmy clit. One long, thick finger entered my pussy and rubbed inside for a moment before a second finger entered. My pussy contracted, squeezing his fingers, and he groaned. “Come for me, Jessie. Let go and trust me.”
His words hit their mark, only it felt like he was asking for more than my release, but I couldn’t give him more. This was all I had to offer. This one time.
As my orgasm reached its peak, Grayson stayed true to his mark. Only finally releasing me once I slumped against him. My body was spent, and all I wanted to do was cuddle up next to his warm body and go to sleep.
Instead, Grayson trailed his lips down my throat, waking my senses and firing off my nerves once again. I didn’t understand how. I had always been a one and done kind of girl, needing a full twenty-four hours before I could even think about having another orgasm.
His fingertips brushed over my sides, following an invisible path to my hips. He grabbed me with both hands, grinding me against his hard-on.
I sat up quickly. “Oh my God. I forgot about you,” I said, running my hands over his chest. “You made me forget everything.”
He smiled at me. “If a man can’t fuck you so good that you forget everything else around you, then he ain’t a man.”
I looked at him over my shoulder. He still had his sweatpants on, but he was pushed up against the crack in my ass. Turning back to look at him, I said, “I want you inside me, but you have to promise you won’t hold back waiting for me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I know guys have this weird thing about ladies first, but honestly, I can’t come twice in one night. I don’t want you to torture yourself waiting for something that will never happen.”
“How do you know you can’t come twice?”
“Um, years of experience,” I deadpanned.
“Oh, Jessie.” He chuckled. “I am about to ruin you for every other man alive. Ride my cock, cowgirl!”
I laughed at his cheesy line and helped him pull his sweats down under his ass. “I could give you a blowjob, then we’d be even.”
“It’s not a fucking scoreboard, woman. I want to be inside you.”
“I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
“Jessica Montoya, get a condom out of the fucking nightstand and climb on my goddamn dick.” The growl in his voice made me shiver. I leaned over him and grabbed the condom. Then I sat back on his legs, with his hard cock in front of me. I licked my lips as I stared at him.
“You’re fucking killing me, Jessie.”
I bit my lip and smiled. Bringing the wrapper to my lips, I kept my eyes locked on his as I ripped it open with my teeth. My hand wrapped around him, and he hissed. It was a sound that perfectly described the saying,so good it hurt, judging by the look on his face.
I stroked him a few times before placing the condom on his cockhead. Holding the tip, I rolled it down as far as it would go. Then I lifted myself up and walked forward on my knees. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs.
The room was silent except for his heavy breathing, which matched my own. And I swear I could even hear our hearts as they beat loudly in a steady harmonizing rhythm.
He took my hands and placed them on his chest so he could guide his hard length to my entrance. I slid just barely enough to feel the head push my lips apart as he moved inside.
My plan was to go slow. To take my time in hopes that I would rev myself enough to fake a second orgasm. But Grayson had other plans. He grabbed my hips and pushed me down on his dick until I was utterly gloriously impaled.
“Fuck! You feel so damn good, Jessie,” Grayson said through gritted teeth. His fingertips dug into my hips, and I knew he was battling for control.
As I studied his pained expression, I knew what I wanted. I wanted him to give up the control. I wanted him to lose it theway he caused me to lose control.
I grabbed his hands and pushed them to the side of the bed. “Don’t move,” I purred, and he jerked inside me. My hands found his chest, and I lifted slowly until just the tip was still snug inside me, then I dropped down and quickly lifted again. I did this three times before I realized my own heavy breathing. My body was one raw nerve with the end being lit from inside my pussy.
All at once, I forgot about Grayson as I rocked myself back and forth on his thick erection. I was moving in ways I had never experienced, as my belly rolled like a dancer.
“That’s it, Jessie, use me. Make yourself come.” His hands were on my hips again, and he sped up the rocking back and forth. His thumb found my clit, and he rubbed, and pressed, and swirled it around the ball of nerves in a way that had me panting harder than I had earlier when his tongue was in my pussy.
