34. Grayson #3
“Such a filthy mouth, honey. Do I need to fuck the attitude out of you?”
“You can try, but it’s unlikely,” she taunts, slamming her hips back against me.
“Goddamnit,” I bellow. “You’re killing me, baby.”
“So make me come like a good boy and claim your reward.”
“Such a fucking brat.” I grab her by the hips, yanking her back against me. I have her flipped in a second, slamming my lips to hers and tasting her sinful mouth. I spin us, dropping her down onto the comforter.
“Grayson,” she giggles, squirming under me. “What are you doing?” Her pupils are blown wide, and I can tell she’s needy for my cock again.
“I want to see your face when you come undone on my cock. Now, these have got to go.” I rip her sweater and then her dress clean off, discarding them so she's laid out below me in nothing but her lace bra.
“This too.” I point before massaging her breasts in my large palms. It clasps in the front, and I undo it with my teeth, groaning when her breasts spill free. “Fucking perfect,” I murmur.
“No fair,” she whines, reaching for my unbuttoned pants. “If I have to be naked, then so do you.”
“If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask,” I tease, shoving my pants and boxers off before stripping my hoodie over my head. It’s cold out, but I have a feeling her warm body pressed against mine will do just the trick.
It’s getting dark out, but I can see the moment curiosity perks on her face. How did I know this would be the first thing she would notice? She’s propped up on her elbows below me, dragging her hand over my side. I hiss in a breath at the cold contact.
“What does it say?” she asks, tipping her head sideways to read the cursive script tattooed down my ribs.
“Ea prima venit,” I recite in Latin.
“Which means?”
I shove her back down, hooking her legs over my shoulders and folding her in half.
“You’re about to find out,” I smirk, palming my wet dick, stroking it once.
“Now, sit still and take this dick like a good girl.” I give her no time to adjust before I’m sheathing myself inside her tight, wet pussy again.
“Oh God, Gray,” she cries out, hooking her legs around my neck. “Harder.”
Oh, this woman was made for me. “Just remember that you asked for this,” I growl into her ear before slamming all the way to the root. I fuck her like an animal, enjoying watching her pussy swallow me whole with each rough jerk of my hips.
Maisie does her best to hold on to me, taking my cock like she was made for it. Her eyes are screwed shut in ecstasy, nails digging into my back, leaving marks as I make her feet practically touch her ears.
“So f-full. You’re going, going to, ahhh, make me…” she cries, high-pitched and out of breath.
“That’s the goal. Now, hold on tight so I can fuck you properly.”
Her nails dig into my back deeper. “Oh God.”
“God isn't the one making your body come alive right now. That’s all me,” I growl, pumping harder. “Now, scream my name when you fall apart on my dick so he can hear who owns this pussy.”
I’m two seconds away from emptying my balls inside her.
I need this woman to shatter so I can follow her into that bliss.
I bend over to draw her nipple into my mouth, clamping down hard.
I use my freehand to circle her clit, and it’s all the motivation she needs to convulse around my dick, strangling the life out of it.
“Gray,” she screams. “I’m going to come. Fuck, it feels too good!”
She pulses around me, screaming and moaning in a blubbering mess, but I don’t let up, fucking her through her orgasm.
“Ea prima venit,” I rasp into her ear, slamming into her. “She. Comes. First.” It takes two more pumps of my hips before I’m spilling inside her.
“Fuck,” I scream, holding her hips to me so I’m deep inside her.
It feels like I’m coming forever before I finally stop throbbing inside her.
I think I may have blacked out for a few seconds; when I come to, I see Maisie laid out beneath me like a Picasso painting.
I’ve never experienced sex like that. I didn’t know it could be that life changing, and now, I don’t know how I ever went without her.
“That was—”
“Perfect,” I whisper, cutting her off to capture her lips with mine. She moans into my mouth, kissing me back with equal burning passion.
“I was going to say exhausting,” she replies.
“I need a snack now.” The mischief in her eyes has me planting kisses on every inch of skin I can find.
I don’t care that my cum is dripping out of her.
The thought of it has me wanting to push it back in and fill her with more until she’s swollen with my child.
We spend the rest of the night wrapped in blankets together, chasing shooting stars with our eyes and filling our stomachs with snacks.
It’s the perfect night spent with the perfect girl.
I’m not sure how life could get any better than this.
This woman is everything to me, and I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep her.
I’ve had a single taste, and now, I’m addicted.