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Lifting my head slightly, I kiss the cute dimples on either side of her lower spine before my tongue tracks a line along the ridges of her backbone, this time purposelyavoiding her scars. I grasp her hips, pulling her closer. I stroke my cock a few times as I rub it along her sleek wet slit, coating myself in her arousal. She whimpers as I continue to tease her… the anticipation will only make it all the sweeter in the end.

“Grayson,” she growls as I continue my slow movements back and forth.

On my next pass, I slip the head of my cock just inside her tight opening, and we both moan in unison. She’s so snug… so warm. She wiggles her hips, trying to take me in further, so I withdraw again.

I’m in charge here.

She lets out a whine in protest as she glances over her shoulder. “Put it in me now, or get the fuck out.” I have no control over the laugh that bursts from me.

Jesus Christ, that mouth of hers.

This time I don’t hold back, driving inside her, all the way to the hilt. In one quick thrust, my dick is buried so deep it might never find its way back out. But I’m okay with that.

My eyes roll back in my head as she arches her body. Although she’s barely big enough to accommodate me, Carlee pushes her ass toward me, like the sex kitten she is, squishing my balls in the process. She’s so snug. I’ve found my very own slice of paradise; the best kind of ecstasy.

Reaching around her front, my hand moves between her cleavage, not stopping until it’s coiled around the column of her slender neck, resting right over her clavicle. It pleases me when she tilts her head back giving me better access. I somehow knew she’d like a bit of kink. Not all women are into this type of thing, but I’m not doing this to hurt her,I’d never hurt her, I just want to heighten her pleasure. The fact that she’s even allowing me to dothis shows a level of trust, and that makes me want to beat on my chest like a goddamn caveman.

My grip on her elongated neck tightens as the tips of my fingers dig into her skin causing her to moan. I can feel her pulse point thundering against my fingertips, but I know it’s caused by her arousal, not fear.

Leaning forward, resting my chest against her back, I suck her earlobe into my mouth. “You like that don’t you, dirty girl?” I rear back my hips before plunging back in at lightning speed. I usually start slow, pacing myself, but she’s turned me into a greedy fucker, and I want it all. If you could feel the way her tight walls grip me, or hear the sweet noises she’s making, you’d understand why I’ve lost the ability to even think straight. I have zero control as I continue to drive into her like a savage beast, over and over again.

“Fuck you feel so good,” I groan, throwing back my head, letting the pleasure consume me.

I may have gone in guns a blazing, but I had every intention of making this last as long as possible. There’s no hope of that though, my balls are already tightening as tingles shoot up my spine.

Next time.

I have all night, and I don’t intend to leave here until I’ve had my fill.

Chapter 8

Carlee

“Okay, that’s it for me,” I say as Grayson rolls off, collapsing beside me on the bed. We’ve been going at it for hours. “If I have one more orgasm, I’m pretty sure I’m going to keel over and die.”

He chuckles, rolling onto his side and curling his arm around my waist, dragging my body toward him. “Death by orgasm… it doesn’t sound like a bad way to go.”

“I’m serious,” I say as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s gotten me off, but I’m beyond the point of exhaustion.

“Maybe we can have a power nap and then reassess it when we wake.”

“Not happening,” I say, pushing on his chest. “You should probably get dressed and go.”

He draws back, looking at me with a frown. “I’d rather stay… we can get some breakfast later.”

“I don’t do sleepovers.”

“What? You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“You’re kicking me out?”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’masking you to leave so I can get some sleep. There’s a difference.” Sitting up, I scoot to the edge of the bed. “It’s been fun, but you need to go.”

Keeping my gaze trained forward, I stand. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk toward my dresser. I retrieve some clean pajamas and fresh underwear. I need a shower ASAP. I’m spent and every muscle in my body aches, but I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t clean up first.

Rising from the bed, Grayson crosses the room. His arms wrap around me from behind pulling my body flush with his. His fingers splay against my stomach, the other hand cups my boob, squeezing it. I can already feel him hardening against my back. He’s got to be kidding me. This man is an animal, where does he find his stamina?