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Greyson

Sinking to the ground befo re me, Lilly trails her hand over the outline of my cock as she reaches up and undoes the button to my slacks, pulling them down my legs.

Her eyes lock onto mine as her hand glides along the waist of my boxers, slowly trailing inside and gripping at my hard fucking cock, making it throb in her hold.

“Fuck.” I grunt, clenching my jaw.

She keeps eye contact with me as she lowers my boxers—those meeting the same fate as my slacks, pooled at our feet.

We stayed for another hour after the bid off, but then I decided enough was enough, I wanted to be selfish, go home, and have her all to myself.

As soon as we stepped out of the taxi, my hands were all over her. I’d been itching to touch her since what went down in that room, and I couldn’t wait any longer to have her at my mercy again.

Her dress was stripped from her the second we walked through my bedroom door, and I’d thrown her down o n the bed—carefully, of course—before devouring her sweet pussy with a hunger that had been gnawing at me for hours.

I’d devoured her like a starved man, every little whimper that escaped her mouth made me hungrier for more. I was a man on a mission, a mission to pleasure my girl the way she deserved.

She screamed out my name so loud that if it was possible, she would’ve woken the dead.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how big you are.” She mummers as she swipes her thumb across my tip where pre cum has been leaking all fucking night.

And I don’t think I can get over how fucking hard you make me, even just breathing near me makes my cock jerk.

I groan when she brings her thumb to her mouth and sucks it in, licking away the pre cum that had been on there. And all I could think about was how fucking hot she looked doing so.

Leaning forward, she attaches her mouth to my tip, sucking and licking it, making my eyes squeeze shit as a grunt escapes the back of my throat.

How was she so fucking good at this?

“Hmm, you taste so good.” She releases my cock with a pop, like she’d just been getting a taste of a lollipop.

I grumble incoherent things, gripping my hand in her hair—not tight, but tight enough to move her head forward again, wanting her mouth back on my cock.

She sticks her tongue out, humming as my cock glides further into her mouth, and once the tip reaches her throat, she gags, and it sends a vibration through me, making my bal ls tighten.

She pulls back, her tongue flat against my cock, and swirls it around my tip before taking me in again.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I grip her hair tighter. With what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, her hand encloses around the rest, pumping me as she moans around me.

I knew with the way she was going that I wasn’t going to last long, hell, I’m surprised I even lasted this long to begin with. I’d been hard as a fucking rock all evening.

Bobbing her head, she gags more. And then surprises me by opening her throat and sucking me in further.

“Holy fuck.” I hiss, my jaw clenching as my eyes roll back.

I squint my eyes open and look down at her to see that she’s not only looking at me, but her nose is touching my skin…as in my whole cock is currently in her mouth.

I grunt more, twisting her hair around my palm, twice. There’s just something about her being down on her knees for me, sucking me dry, that makes me lose my mind.

She releases, pulling back and gasping for air before doing it again, and again, and again.

I’m…speechless, to say the least.

My cock throbs hard every time she takes me whole, and I could feel my balls tightening. It’s like she knows too because her hand reaches out to massage them softly.

I was a goner.

Pulling back, she inhales a sharp breath and looks right up at me. Her eyes glisten with tears, and when she blinks, they fall down her cheek, catching up with the others that had fallen.

And then her mouth is on me again.

My cock twitches, and I find myself gripping her hair tighter and thrusting my hips forward. She gags, moans, and cries as I fuck her mouth relentlessly, and I apologize every time I hit the back of her throat.

I could feel the buildup happening, and before I knew it, my balls tightened more. Stilling my movements, I push her head so far against me that her nose is brushing my pelvis, and then thick ropes of my cum spurt from the tip and shoot down her throat.

She moans around my cock, milking me dry to the point I feel like I’m going to come in her mouth again. And when she pulls back, the sight of her saliva and my cum stringing from her mouth to the tip of my cock was like a dream.

Bringing a finger to her mouth, she gathers up the saliva and cum before shoving it into her mouth and moaning.

My cock twitches again at the sight.

Gripping her arms, I pull her up and smash my lips to her, kissing her with desperation, not giving a fuck that I could taste myself on her.

“Greyson?” She mummers, breaking the kiss.

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m falling in love with you too.” She whispers.

And it’s official, I’m dead.

She’s falling in love with me too?

Holy fuck.

When she hadn’t said it back earlier, I was fine with that because I would’ve waited a lifetime to hear her utter those three simple words to me. And here she is, hours later, confessing what I dreamt for a lifetime.

For someone to love me.

My heart hammers against my chest as I reach out and push a strand of hair away from her face. Cupping her cheeks, I smash my lips to hers again.

I’m falling in love with you too —those words are on repeat as I kiss her with all my being.

I couldn’t say how many times I’d envisioned someone telling me they were falling in love with me, too many to count. But nothing ever lives up to expectations, because her declaring her love for me, it’s better than anything I envisioned in my mind.

I break away from the kiss, gathering as much oxygen into my lungs as possible, preparing myself for what’s about to come. For what I’m about to say.

My hands shake as I lower them and place them onto her hips, trying to anchor myself down.

“I’m ready.” I confess, in a barely audible whisper.

“Ready for what?”

Taking a breath, I encourage myself to carry on. “You told me when the time is right, I’ll know,” I say, tracing patterns across her hip. “And I knew the time was right the minute I laid my eyes on you. I knew you were going to be the one for me.”

“Grey—”

“I want this, Lilly. With you. Only with you.”

She gasps, her breath catching in her throat. “Are you sure? I want you to be one hundred percent sure.”

I chuckle, my finger drawing a heart on her hip. “I’ve nev er been so sure of anything in my life as I am of this.”