Who is this man?
“Why?” I whisper. “Why are you being like this?”
Surprisingly, he chuckles low, but his attention is still on licking, kissing, and indulging on my breasts. Then he pulls his mouth away, and says, “Didn’t you see me staring all night? It pissed me off thinking about that loser doing this to you instead of me.”
I blink. “Wait... you werejealousof Alex?”
Grayson finally looks up. His full lips wet, hair messy, and he hasthatlook, like he’s trying to play it cool but already slipped.
“I was pissed,” he mutters. “The second you mentioned that fucker’s name...”
My chest tightens.
“Really?” I whisper.
He shrugs, already kissing me again. “Don’t make it a thing.”
I stay silent. I don’t know what sex is supposed to be like outside of movies, but I’m pretty sure he’s really making love to me. He raptures me, kissing, tasting, genuinely enjoyingmybody. He’s so tender, unrushed. He practically worships me, exploring all over, playing with my clit with his thumb, tasting my neck, even kissing my mouth again and again as if he likes it.
Then, he adds, “Are you getting too sore?”
Despite his gentleness, it hurts more and more, so I nod vigorously. “Yeah.”
His eyes narrow, a slight smile creeping across his face. “I can tell. You keep squirming and cringing when I push in. I’ll finish faster for you.”
“Or maybe we could just snuggle?” I suggest, my vagina throbbing.
“Snuggle?” With a sexy grin, he adds, “Don’t be selfish, Piggy. I’m gonna finish.” He rises, kneeling between my legs. I close my eyes, bracing for the pain. But then—
My head jerks forward, chin to my chest. His fingers gripping my hair, forcing me to look down.
“Watch.”
I open my eyes. And I do.
I watch him thrust hard, fast, and relentless. I watch where we’re joined, where his body disappears into mine again and again. I hear everything. Theslicksounds, thesmackingof our hips, his ragged breathing.
Ithurts.God, it hurts.
But somehow... I don’t want it to stop. I’m transfixed.
His muscles flex. Sweat drips. His face tightens, and then, he unravels.
He’s still, buried deep, his whole body shuddering.
Just like that.
Because ofme.
His eyes flutter open and draw to mine as he pants. “Fuck. It feels so good to cum inside of you.”
Shoot! No condom. Oh, but wait, I took my birth control—
Abruptly, he spreads my lips and gazes at my opening, staring as he pulls out his length.
A slow blush spreads across my cheeks as I watch it: a warm, milky stream slipping out of me, trailing over my skin.
Grayson casually slides two fingers through it, spreading the mess across my pussy like it’shis.
