Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I want you so badly,” I gasp out, my hips gyrating with the movement of his fingers inside me.
“Oh God, Selena. You’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re so fucking hot,” I whisper. “How’d you get so good at this?” I add, referring to the exquisite motion of his fingers. Surely, I’ve never been touched this brilliantly in all my life.
As he kisses and touches me, I begin stroking the straining bulge behind his briefs, surprised by his impressive size. The man is well over six feet tall, so I’ve been assuming he’d be relatively “to scale” down there. But what I’m feeling behind the fabric of Grayson’s briefs is longer and thicker than I would have expected, with a particularly beefy tip that’s surely going to feel amazing when it stretches my opening and leads the way for the rest of him.
I tug on his underwear, ravenous to feel that impressive bulge stretching and filling me. “Fuck me,” I purr. “Take ‘em off.”
With a loud groan, Grayson yanks off his underwear, allowing his straining cock to spring free and defy gravity, and the sight of his huge, veiny erection teetering before me is enough to make me whimper with excitement. As suspected from the feel of him, my sweet little Grayson-hopper ain’t so little between his legs. In fact, he’s a very big boy. Bonus points? His beefy, shiny tip is already beaded with sexy pre-cum, which tells me he’s every bit as ramped up as I am.
My skin alive with excitement, I rip off my underwear, rather than waiting for him to do it, which causes him to mutter something appreciative under his breath and push me back flat onto the bed. As I writhe on the mattress, my body clearly inviting him to fuck me, he spreads my thighs wide, crawls between my legs, and starts eating me with unbridled enthusiasm, before quickly adding his fingers to the mix—until soon, I feel like I’m about to be shot out of a fucking cannon.
“Oh, God,” I blurt, gripping Grayson’s head as he eats voraciously between my legs. “Don’t stop,” I gasp out. “Keep going, just like this. Oh, fuck, Grayson. This is so gooooood.”
Andre hated performing oral sex on me. The rare times he deigned to do it, it was so damned easy to tell he wasn’t into it, I almost always wound up faking an orgasm to get it over with, since telling him to stop once he’d started would have pissed him off. Since then, the various men I’ve slept with have been hit or miss in this department. But even the “hits” never hit the ball out of the park, the way this hungry, enthusiastic, surprisingly talented boy is doing. Holy hell, Grayson isn’t merely hitting a homerun between my legs. He’s hitting a grand slam in the bottom of the ninth!
As my pleasure rises and spirals, my core begins increasingly tightening, until it feels like I’m going to snap and shoot into the stratosphere. As my pleasure rises and rises, I grip anything and everything I can, furiously, to keep myself from getting smashed by the impending tidal wave hovering over me. I fist Grayson’s hair. Then grip his ears. I clutch the white comforter underneath me on the hotel bed, paradoxically fending off the pleasure that’s threatening to break me in half, while also desperately wanting to relax enough to surrender and get utterly thrashed by it.
“You taste so fucking good,” Grayson coos between licks and swirls of his tongue and lips, his fingers mercilessly continuing their rhythmic assault.
When I moan my desperate reply, he chuckles and dives into his meal again, never for a moment stopping that magical thing he’s doing with his fingers inside me.
All of a sudden, my core muscles tighten and flex, like they’re poised and ready to release. And that’s when Grayson slides a fingertip inside my anus, instantly hurtling my body into a release so extreme, so exquisite, so all-consuming and body-quaking, I can’t help bursting into tears as my body is wracked with wave after wave of ecstasy.
When the pleasure finally stops throttling me, and my spirit has finally stopped soaring around the hotel room and rejoined my body, I arch my back and spread my legs even wider, desperate for Grayson to fuck me with that gorgeous cock of his. But to my surprise, he still doesn’t take the bait, but instead lies alongside me on the bed, and once again slides his fingers inside me. My clit is throbbing and sensitive at the moment, so I’m poised and ready to coach him not to touch me there. But to my surprise, he doesn’t need the guidance. In fact, he clearly doesn’t need any instruction at all, as he leaves my clit alone and begins dragging his fingers firmly across my G-spot, over and over again, while whispering a string of dirty talk into my ear.