23. Rosay #2
My hands fuse to the wall at his command, my pussy quivering at his authoritative tone.
I spread my legs without thought, hoping this is going where I think it is.
Water pelts my face, but all I can focus on is the way Graham slides his hand between my legs, spreading me and expertly cleaning me while working me into an aroused mess.
"Gosh, that feels amazing," I pant.
He drops to his knees and trails his hands up my legs, placing a kiss on both of my ass cheeks before spreading them.
The first touch of his tongue at that puckered entrance nearly makes my knees buckle.
He grasps one of my legs and slides it over his shoulder, giving him better access to all my most intimate parts.
Stubble scratches my skin, and my lungs seize when he swirls his tongue around and inside the tight ring of muscle then pushes two fingers into my hot center.
"Graham, Graham, Graham," I chant, as he curls his fingers inside me, stroking that spot as his tongue and mouth devour my ass.
I'm blissed out, choking on water when my mouth falls open with a sigh.
Pressure against the tight muscles has me pushing against Graham's thumb as it works itself into me.
"Fuck, baby. You're drenching me," Graham says.
I'm a mess of moans and wails as he ratchets me up. His fingers and mouth work in tandem, building my orgasm brick by brick. Black dots dance around my vision, and I cry out, bucking against his hand as the orgasm blasts through me like a demolition ball, knocking down every defense I’ve built against giving myself wholly to one person.
He rises from the ground, his fingers still caressing inside me as my body shakes.
"You alright, babygirl?" Graham nips at my shoulder, holding me up with a hand banded around my waist.
"So good," I whisper, trying to catch my breath.
"Let's ge t your hair washed so I can dirty you up some more."
The promise of more of this, of more of him, has me rinsing my hair faster than I've ever done before.
Graham doesn't allow me to rush once we're out and dried off.
He forces me to watch as he brushes my hair, gaze glued to the now light pink strands.
It's close enough to my normal color, a surprise that they were able to get it so right.
"There's my girl," Graham says, planting a kiss on my bare shoulder as he sweeps my hair to the side.
My girl.
His girl.
I like the sound of that too much. Overcome with emotions, I fuse our mouths together, ignoring the way my heart croons ‘mine.’ Graham lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist and settling his hardness against my slick core.
He's so close to where I want him, where I need him.
I let out a yelp when he tosses me on the bed and covers my body with his.
There's no space between us, only the heat of our bodies as Graham pushes inside me in one hard thrust.
"Fuck," he groans, kissing along my chin. "I lo—”
His words are muffled by my neck, but I can't help the way my brain fills in the rest of his statement for me.
Brains are tricky things, while they're meant to keep you alive, they still allow you to do stupid things, like convince yourself the man you roped into pretending to be your fake fiancé might actually love you.
Graham pulls out of me, leaving me empty and forcing a wail to escape my lips. "Come back," I say.
"On your knees and face the mirror," he grunts, pulling me up. "I want you to watch while I ruin you for anyone else."
"Yeah, right," I say, but I'm still on my knees faster than I care to admit, dripping with arousal as our heated gazes meet in the mirror.
His pupil s are two swirling brown marbles, glazed over with lust as his hands roam, caressing my back and squeezing my ass. "This ass is mine ," he growls.
"Show me," I tease, thrusting my butt back onto him.
Graham doesn't give in to my teasing this time.
Heat encompasses my body as he leans over me, toying with my nipples as he slides his hard cock between my legs, rubbing my clit with his piercing but not entering me.
I close my legs, mewling at the sparks shooting off each time the steel touches the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I'm ready to combust, and as if it was Graham's intention to work me into an orgasm, he sneaks his hand around my waist and pinches my clit. A bomb of desire detonates in my core, and Graham takes that moment to thrust into me from behind, gripping my hips with bruising force.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, babygirl." Graham continues slowly thrusting, letting me come down from the orgasm while working me back up with the roll of his thrusts.
I glare at him in the mirror. "You're evil.”
He arches a brow, a devious smile on his face. He wraps my freshly pink hair around his hand and pulls my head back to whisper in my ear. "Evil is me eating your pussy and ass like it's my last meal and then pretending like I’m okay with this ending in two days."
"Graham." His name is barely off my tongue before he's pushing inside me again, pistoning his hips with perfect rhythm.
The slap of our bodies, loud in the otherwise silent room, is almost as arousing and orgasm-inducing as the way Graham rolls his hips, touching that part of me that makes my legs shake.
"Sit on my lap." He withdraws, leaving me bare and chasing the tantalizing pressure of him. Cool air skitters across my sensitive parts as he sits on the corner of the bed, cock bobbing in the air, ready for me to sit.
"Reverse cowgirl," I say with a smirk. "My second favorite position."
He flashes me a grin, knowing he ruined my stance on missionary being the worst position with the way he fucked me into the mattress yesterday.
Graham guides me down onto him, and I moan at the stretch of him inside me.
Strong hands lift my thighs to the outside of his, baring my center to his magical fingers.
There's a heady sense of pleasure as I watch him work me over in the mirror, the circles he draws around my clit, the way he spreads my lips. It's enough to make me melt.
My toes dig into the plush carpet as I lift myself up and down, clenching my muscles around him as I bounce on his cock.
His fingers tighten around my waist, sweat dripping down our bodies and making them slick.
His quick breaths heat my chilly back, and when I glance at him in the mirror, I know exactly what will send him over the edge.
I take his other hand in mine and move it up my body, resting his palm around my neck.
A feral gleam lights up his eyes, and the tension between us snaps, shooting off like a rollercoaster.
He tightens his grip on my throat, cutting off just enough of my oxygen I can only sip in air as his fingers continue their assault on my clit.
Adrenaline courses through my bloodstream, heating my skin as he impales me on his cock over and over, driving me into oblivion.
Darkness encompasses my vision a moment before colors burst behind my eyelids, inner walls contracting as my orgasm locks up every muscle in my body.
Graham talks me through my release, whispering the words, “made for me, mine, forever,” into my fuzzy ears as he caresses my skin with long strokes.
Once I have a tenuous hold on reality and I can suck in a full breath, Graham slows his pace, drawing himself out of me almost to the tip then thrusting forward in little spurts.
Like he was waiting for me to get one last orgasm, he squeezes me tight and groans into my neck, filling me up with his cum.
We lock e yes in the mirror as he slips out of me and his cum slides down my legs. He scoops it up and pushes it back inside my still fluttering pussy with a wink. “Right where it belongs.”