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He began grinding into me, pushing deep while holding me down on the bed. Then he let go of my hair and pushed my face back down, resting his forehead into my hair while giving me steady little thrusts. The pleasure was so intense that I had to bite my lower lip. I’d never been fucked likethisbefore, held down and possessed like an object. It was exactly what I wanted, what Ineededwith Grayson.
It just feltright.
I lost myself in the erotic motion of his body on top of mine, moaning and whimpering. Every thrust caused me to rock forward on the bed, my clit rubbing against a bunched up section of the comforter. The heat was building between my legs, a swirling storm of ecstasy that grew stronger with every ragged thrust of his cock against my G-spot.
Grayson let out another moan, and it might have been the sexiest noise I’d ever heard.
Soon I was pushing my ass back, meeting him stroke for stroke. He wrapped one arm around my neck, bringing his fingers up to cup my jaw. His thumb was pressing against my mouth, so I parted my lipsand sucked on the tip, like I was giving it a blowjob while his cock drove into me from behind.
His free arm slid underneath my hip, going between my legs to touch my swollen clit. A firestorm of pleasure exploded in my body the moment he touched me; I arched my back and moaned around his thumb, begging him for more.
All the other worries in my life faded away. There was only me, and Grayson, and the mindless drive of our bodies. Soon I was panting heavily, moaning as he picked up the pace with his thick cock, slamming it into me like he was trying to break it off.
My eyes clenched shut against my will, and I came for a second time, longer and more intense than the first.Muchmore intense—waves of pleasure kept coming, his thumb still circling my clit persistently, extending the orgasm as he held me down.
Then he was grunting in time with every thrust, the noise filled with satisfaction as he made me come. I thought he was close, and was so eager for him to come with me that I allowed myself to moan louder, filling the hotel room with the evidence of my ecstasy.
But then he pulled back, his dick sliding out of me. His hand lashed out, spanking me again, the flash of pain mixing with my pleasure in the mostdelightfulway.
“Did you come?” I asked, wondering if I had missed it while I was lost in my own climax.
“No,” he replied. “I’m not done with you yet. Roll over.”
Before I could obey, he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my back himself. Like he couldn’t wait long enough for me to move myself—he had to have menow. The broad-shouldered hockey player grabbed my ankles like he’d done earlier, tugging me to the edge of the bed before burying his cock into me again. I was drenched by this point, and his hard length was coated with my juices, so he slid all the way inside with perfect friction.
Grayson craned his head back and moaned, his full body on display before me like an oil painting.
Except unlike a painting, he was one hundred percent real.
He sank into me with his full weight, falling forward on the bed and sliding his tongue back into my mouth. I cupped the side of his face with one hand, reaching around to squeeze his ass with the other. It was like a muscular boulder, contracting every time he drove into me.
I quickly realized he’d been holding back up to this point, because now hetrulybegan fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around him and arched my back, allowing him to drive deeper into me with every thrust. His fingers settled into my hair, tugging my head back so he could kiss my neck while he relentlessly pounded me.
“Jesus,” he groaned, tongue licking a trail up my neck to my ear. “Pussycat…”
This time, the nickname turned me on more than anything else he could have called me.
“Grayson,” I moaned back at him. Now it was my time to grab onto a handful of his hair and tug him backward so I could gaze into those perfect green eyes. We shared a connection in that moment, something more than just lust and physical release. “Come inside of me,” I begged.
He rested his forehead against mine, jaw clenching tightly as he gritted out another desperate, “Fuck…”
My own eyes wanted to clench shut again, but I used all of my energy to keep them open. To drink in the sight of this sexy man as he came to pieces inside me. His eyes widened with a mixture of shock and pain, and then his mouth fell open and a deep growl of ecstasy escaped his throat.
His breathing became erratic as he exploded, cock pulsing against my inner walls. His thrusts were quick and urgent as he emptied himself deep inside me, his entire body going tight like a wire on top of me. Another little orgasm rocked my body along with his, and then he pushed as far into me as he could, every quivering inch of him, before his body relaxed.
He collapsed on top of me, and I savored the weight of him in that moment together where the entire world was perfect and nothing else mattered.
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Josie
I woke up the next morning wondering if it was all a dream. It certainly didn’tfeelreal.
But the arm draped across my chest wasn’t a dream, nor was the warm body spooning me. And the hard rod of flesh pressing against my ass was definitely real.
Slept with Grayson.
Such a truth would have felt impossible a month ago. Hell, even just a week ago. I had been so resistant to everything about Grayson, and I knew he felt the same way about me.
