Page 29 of Craved By Gray
“Is this what you wanted?” he demands, pulling out and leaving just the tip of his massive cock inside before he slams back in. I cry out, my arousal coating his shaft when he starts hammering into me. “Fuck baby, you’re practically dripping, leaking all over me.”
“Hmm,” I moan, bucking up to meet his thrusts, breaths hitching as he picks up the pace. His cock strokes the sweet spot inside of me, and I find myself chanting, sobbing, begging even, for him to fuck me faster and harder.
“Mine!” he growls as his thrusts turn frantic and uncoordinated. He grunts roughly, his hips punching forward before he changes his mind. He slides out of me then pulls me off the counter. I barely have a second to catch my breath before I’m spun to face the counter, then he’s slamming back into me.
“Oh God, yes,” I sob, gripping the edge of the countertop as he pistons his massive cock in and out of my dripping sex. Gray reaches his hand around my hip and a cry tears from my lips when his fingers expertly strum my clit in rough circles. “Close... Baby...”
I’ve never been able to do it myself. My fingers, soft and small, are no match for his. Those long fingers, rough and calloused, are the only ones that have ever brought me pleasure. Will only ever bring me pleasure.
Fireworks spark from the point where our bodies join before firing off to the rest of my body. I scream, knees buckling and sex cinching hard around the massive cock as I climax. Stars shoot behind my eyes as waves of rippling pleasure roar through me.
“Fuck! I’m coming...”
Gray goes stiff behind me, muscles tense before he releases into me with a deafening roar. His cock jerks inside of me as he fills me with hot bursts of his seed, my sex pulsing hard around him and milking him to his last drop. His thrusts turn slow until he stops, pulling out of me with a rough grunt.
“Woah,” I heave, struggling to stand upright, but my knees have turned to jelly. Gray doesn’t stop me when I slide down to the floor, but instead follows as well.
“The floor is cold,” he pants, pulling me on top of him, and I’m too weak and sated to protest.
“We should probably attempt to crawl to the carpet.”
“Later,” he whispers, hugging me tight to his chest. “For the record, I don’t regret falling for the rival’s daughter.”
“Damn right,” I say, weakly slapping his chest.
He laughs, and we lie still for a second before I feel him reach above me, and when he comes back, he’s holding the ultrasound pictures. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents. You and me.”
“We’ll be the best parents ever,” I say, kissing his chest.
“We’ll love this little peanut the way we never were, won’t we, princess?”
“We will,” I agree. “And it’s not one peanut. Try two peanuts.”
I look up just in time to catch the surprised look on his face before settling back to laugh. “Two? We’re having two babies? At once?”
“That’s how twins work, honey.” I chuckle, burrowing into his chest with a contented smile. Any doubts or fears I had before all disappear, and I close my eyes, thanking my lucky stars for sending this man to me. To fate for bringing him to my doorstep. I plan on keeping him forever.
~The End