Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“I want to fill every part of your body.” He slipped another finger inside me. “With my tongue, my fingers, my cock…I want to own your cunt, your ass, your tits, your mouth.”
“God, Gray.”
He withdrew his fingers and spun me around. I felt lightheaded, and my knees were weak. He slipped my panties down and took off my bra before walking us forward a few steps. My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the total darkness enough to see in front of me.
“The bed’s in front of you. Bend forward at the waist and rest your head on it. Spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
Gray dropped to his knees and then his mouth came up directly between my parted legs. He didn’t start slow. He buried his face in my wetness, lapping like he couldn’t get enough and then sucked hard on my clit. My orgasm began to build, and I worried I might fall on top of him.
“So sweet…”
He slipped a finger back inside me.
“So tight…”
He groaned and flicked my clit with his tongue.
“So fucking wet for me…”
The wave that had been threatening in the distance suddenly crashed down on me without warning. I moaned as my body began to pulse on its own.
Just as I started to come down, Gray scooped me up and placed me on the bed. His body came over mine, then his lips. He devoured my mouth in a kiss filled with more passion than I’d ever experienced. His touch was strong and dominating, with perfect control just shy of forceful. Composed, yet needy, our lips meshed, tongues entwined, and bodies wrapped around each other. We separated only briefly, just enough so Gray could take off the shirt he still wore.
He shifted slightly, lining his thick head with my opening. But then he stopped.
“Can I take you bare?”
We’d already had this discussion, but I loved that he asked anyway.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him. “Yes, please.”
This close, I could see the bright whites of his eyes and watched as they closed for a minute while he pushed inside.
With his girth, he must’ve been aware that he needed to go slow. Never breaking our gaze, he took his time, easing in and pulling back out, then pushing in a little farther with each new stroke. Once he was almost fully seated, he stilled and muttered against my mouth. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”
After my body started to relax and loosen, Gray reclaimed my mouth and began to go harder. Faster. Deeper. Strokes became gyrating thrusts, and he sank deeper and deeper each time until the base of his cock was grinding against my clit. Nothing had ever felt this good—certainly not the first time. And this was only the beginning.
My orgasm began to build again, muscles pulsating around him. “Gray...”
He sped up his pace. “Fuuuck. Right there with you, babe.”
The sound of our wet bodies slapping against each other echoed in the room. The scent of sex permeated the air, and my body hummed from his touch. I felt utterly and completely consumed by this man. That feeling pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm throbbed to life. Gray kept up the perfect pace as I rode a long, blissful wave. He whispered in my ear while I moaned, telling me how good it felt inside of me, how my body belonged to him, and how hard he was going to come. After I finally started to go limp, Gray sped up his pace before sinking deep and filling me with his own release.
He kissed me for a long time after that. Slow, beautiful, romantic, sensual kisses that a young girl dreamed about. Kisses you felt in your heart.
If I hadn’t been so enraptured by the moment, I might’ve worried that what I felt in my heart was a lot more than a kiss.
***
Gray joined me in his shower the next afternoon. He walked in wearing nothing but what I was beginning to think was an endless erection and a face that told me he planned to make good use of it.
His hair, which had been slicked back for the party, was now disheveled in the way only a man could look sexy after a marathon night and morning of sex. He didn’t ask to join me, and oddly that turned me on immensely.
I’d been facing the water spray and didn’t move as he opened the glass door and stepped inside. Gray wrapped his arms around me from behind, one hand squeezing my breast and the other palming my stomach as he pressed his dick to the crack of my ass. “Morning,” he groaned. His head dipped down to nibble on my shoulder.
“I think technically it’s afternoon.”
“Whatever it is, it’s a good day when I wake up to find you already undressed and wet.”