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He shrugged, and I ran my fingers over his pecs, down his abs, then down over his cock. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand away. “Not yet.” Then he reached for the button on my skirt, popping it, and sliding the zipper down. “Up.” I did, raising myself up, so he could ease my skirt down my legs and off. “Now.” Grayson wrapped his arm around my waist and liftedme, turning me, and pushing me down onto the limo floor in front of him, on my hands and knees.
Ohhh, I liked where this was going.
“Stay just like that.” I did, looking back over my shoulder at him. His eyes roved over me, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “You know something…”
“What?”
“You’ve been pretty naughty tonight.”
“Mm. I have, haven’t I? Maybe you should spank me.”
“Mmm.” His hand smoothed over the curves and I braced myself for the firm slap I knew was coming. It didn’t disappoint.
Another slap and I was panting, desperate.
“You like that.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Good.”
Another slap and ohhh, god, it was so hot. His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers gliding over my clit, his thumb easing inside me. “So needy, aren’t you?”
I could only moan in reply, almost weeping as I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper and Grayson shifting behind me. Then his cock was nudging at my entrance. “Tell me how you want it.”
I looked at him, noting the sheen of sweat on his perfect pecs, and the way his muscles were straining, his jaw clenching.
“I want it... brutal.”
Without another word, he shoved inside me, my whole body shifting forward on the impact. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still while he pulled out and shoved in again. He was so big, so hard, I felt a stinging sensation as he filled me, his thrusts hard and fast, the sound of our flesh slapping filling the limo.
He was relentless, his hips slamming into me, his fingers biting into my flesh, his breath hissing out. It was so fucking intense, so fucking good, and I could already feel another orgasm gathering. The pleasure bloomed, and I screamed his name as I came, my body shuddering in release.
Just when I was about to collapse forward onto the plush carpet of the limo, Grayson pulled out and it was then I realized he was still hard. Holy shit. With his hand under my chin, he pulled me up and turned me, lifting me so I was straddling him. I was on edge, my chest heaving. I wasn’t ready to go again just yet, but couldn’t seem to form the words to tell him.
“Hold on to me.”
With effort, I raised my arms and hooked them around his neck. I thought he was going to fuck me hard again, but no. Instead, he kissed me softly, gently, running his hands up and down my back, soothing me. Oh, this was unexpected. My breathing slowed and my heart rate settled enough for me to lift my hips and slowly lower myself onto his cock.
The way he was filling me, stretching me, had me sighing against his lips.
“You good?”
“So good.”
Slowly, I moved, rolling my hips, grinding against him. He moaned low in his throat and I smiled against his lips.
“That’s it.”
“You like that.”
“Jesus, Stefania.”
Fuck, he felt so good, so hard, so deep, and I could feel the pleasure building again, spreading out from my core, through my belly, tingling in my fingers and toes. I rolled my hips faster, and Grayson wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he thrust up, meeting me.
My climax built slower this time, rolling through me with an intensity that stole the breath from my lungs. I shuddered in Grayson’s arms, dropping my forehead to his shoulder as I came, feeling his body tense, then jerk underneath me as he found his own release.
I relaxed against him, feeling utterly boneless. He buried his face in my hair and the feel of his heart beating against mine let me know he was just as affected by this as I was.