He pulled away just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. He cupped my face, tracing my trembling lower lip with his thumb as if he could still taste me on it. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. “Say it.”
“What?”
“Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“Gray…” My face burned hotly. I wasn’t one to toot my own horn. Hell, I never even knew I had a horn to toot.
“Come on, say it.” He pressed his rigid cock against my belly. “Say it now, and I’ll fuck you the way you want. I can see you burning for it, Ozzie.”
He wasn’t wrong. I’d had him last night, but my hole ached, and my nipples were tight and tingly. “I’m…beautiful.”
“Yes, you are.” He bent his head and attacked my neck, kissing and sucking in a way that left me gasping. He was making a meal out of me, and it felt good to be devoured. His hands moved down, trailing over my stomach to the arches of my hips. He kissed along my collarbone, leaving a hot trail in his wake.
“Gray, please.”
He teased my nipple with his tongue, and I arched off the bed.
“If you want me to go faster, tell me how beautiful you are.”
“I’m beautiful, Gray,” I cried, even as my body spasmed with delicious waves of pleasure. He rewarded me by letting his fingers graze lower, tracing the length of my cock, and I writhed beneath him. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
“Louder,” he commanded softly, tantalizingly close to my ear.
Taking a steadying breath, I repeated those words, this time with more conviction, “I’m beautiful!” As the words spilled from my lips, an unexpected rush of empowerment washed over me. I’d never looked down on myself before, but neither had I ever touted my looks. Who knew admitting it out loud could be so liberating?
“That’s my sweetheart.” His voice was full of pride and affection.
And then there were no more words, only the creaks of the bed groaning under our weight as Gray shifted to grab the lube from the bed. We kissed while he nudged his cock between my cheeks, sliding inside me at a slow, deliberate pace. Shivers after shivers cascaded through me.
“My beautiful Ozzie.” His hot breath hit my cheeks as he lounged over me, pulling out and thrusting back in. “You take my cock so well.”
“Yes!” I gasped.
The new position gave him an immediate and deeper penetration, and I yelped at the intense pleasure. “Gray,” I whimpered, clawing at his back. “Please, more. I need more.”
“Hang on, baby. I know just what you want.”
The bed groaned with the frantic movements, the rhythm and pace increasing as Gray gave in to my pleas of encouragement. He angled his hips in such a way that every thrust was right up against my prostate. I wouldn’t last for long.
“Gray, Gray…” I cried out as he drove into me with a relentless determination that had me seeing stars. He pulled himself closer to me, digging his fingers into my skin. The heat between us was intense, our sweat-drenched bodies sliding against each other.
His eyes never left mine as he quickened his pace, his body straining against mine with each powerful thrust. My stomach quivered, my breathing was fucked, but none of it mattered.
I stabbed my fingers into his shoulders and screamed out the release barreling through me.
“That’s it, baby. Look how beautiful you are when you’re coming on my cock.”
Gray cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering, desperate, demanding as he pumped his cum inside me. Breathing hard, he pressed his forehead to mine. “How do you feel?”
I smiled. “Beautiful.”
I would always think that now.
I’m beautiful.
I’m loved.
I’m enough.
