Textual Relations Read Online Lauren Rowe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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“I love you so much,” Grayson whispers, right before he jerks and comes with a long, deep groan.

When his body quiets down, he fingers me, briefly, making me come again. And finally, we lie next to each other in the bed, sweaty and satisfied.

He takes my hand. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” I whisper back.

Forever.

That’s the word that pops into my mind.

But I don’t say it out loud. For now, it’s enough to tell him I love him. For now, that’s as big a step as I’m willing to take. As much as I love Grayson, I’m still well aware we’re at different stages of our lives. At this point, I’m not a woman who believes in fairytales that end in happily ever after, no matter how sweet and sincere the applicant for the job of Prince Charming.

16

SELENA

“Oh, God, yes!” I shriek at the top of my lungs. “Stay hard for me! Hang on!”

For our second round of this first night together in my house, Grayson and I are having frenzied, drunken sex in my hot tub. I’m riding on top of him this time, gripping his wet hair as I do like it’s a flotation device and I’m a tipsy vacationer who fell overboard in stormy seas. Grayson, for his part, is clutching my hips underneath the warm water with a sexy ferocity that equals my grip on his hair.

In terms of stamina, it’s a lucky thing Grayson came an hour ago in my bed and has now had quite a bit to drink. But even so, it’s plain to see the poor man is now valiantly holding on for dear life underneath me.

“Don’t come yet,” I bark. “And don’t change the angle of your cock! It’s in the exact, perfect spot for me to . . .” My most intimate muscles begin warping and rippling. “Ooooooh, God. Yesss.” I quickly lift myself off Grayson’s cock and shove my tits into his face. If I let him experience my orgasm with his cock buried inside me, he’ll come, too. Without a doubt. And I’m not ready to give up my human dildo yet. I’m still way too horny for that.

Without hesitation, Grayson begins motorboating my breasts, so I fist his wet hair and smash his face into my wet skin as he devours me. Soon, I’m so turned on, I yank his head back and say something I’ve never said to anyone else in my life: “Babe, I want you to fuck me up the ass.”

Grayson’s green eyes widen, but he doesn’t speak. Apparently, I’ve stunned the poor man into silence.

“Yes or no?” I ask. “Don’t make me beg.”

“No, I . . . Yes. I only paused because you’re drunk. I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow.”

I press my forehead against his and smile. “Honey, I’m not drunk, I’m buzzed. Tipsy. Intoxicated enough to say the naughty things I want you to do to me out loud and sober enough to be certain it’s not the booze talking.”

Grayson laughs. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. Yes, I’ll fuck you up your gorgeous ass.”

I pat his head. “Atta boy.”

Yet again, I can’t help thinking how different I am with Grayson than Andre. My ex-husband used to beg me to perform this particular sex act, and I always said no. During our honeymoon, I said no because I simply didn’t trust the motherfucker enough to let him do it. Even in those first days of our marriage, I was scared he’d hurt me—maybe even irrevocably. Talk about a red flag. After that, over time, I guess I also started enjoying the power trip of refusing him the one thing he wanted, above all else. By then, I was sick to death of sex with Andre always being about his pleasure and not mine. And since I figured anal sex would only be pleasant for him, literally nothing could convince me to give it a whirl.

But now with Grayson? I’m actually excited to try it. It’s yet another green flag. Proof positive this relationship is everything I’ve been waiting for, without even realizing it.

“Did those Ball Peen Hammer videos you watched give any tips on anal?” I ask. “He’s been your trusty wingman on everything else.”

Grayson chuckles. “Actually, yeah, he definitely had a video on it. But it’s been a while since I watched it.” He scrunches up his face. “I think the main thing was, ‘Be gentle and use lots of lube.’”

I grind my ass into his hard-on beneath me in the warm water. “Won’t the hot water do the same thing as lube?” I gyrate my ass against Grayson’s tip. “Plus, I’m really relaxed, thanks to the booze. I think we’re good.”

“Oh, God,” Grayson whispers. Clearly, the lap dance I’m giving him is turning him on like crazy. “Better safe than sorry, though,” he manages to say. “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”



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