Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Pull out?”
“No. Just give me a minute. Are you all the way in?”
“About halfway.” His voice is quavering. He sounds like he’s holding on for dear life.
“Does it feel good to you?” I ask.
“Fucking amazing.”
“Give me a minute to relax into it.” I breathe deeply. “Oh, fuck.”
“I can pull out.”
“Don’t you dare. We’ve come too far. Touch my clit again.”
“Yes, MILF.” He begins caressing my swollen clit, moving it in circles, and soon, I’m moaning softly and crumpling into the ledge of the hot tub.
“Open your legs,” he chokes out. “Take another big breath.”
I do as he’s instructed, and suddenly, there’s no doubt Grayson is all the way in. Or if not, he’s as far in as my body will allow. He continues massaging my clit, while slowly thrusting—and, bam!—I’m suddenly feeling intense pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt before.
“Okay?” he chokes out, his voice strained.
“Yes. Oh my God. Don’t go any faster, but don’t stop.”
Grayson continues gently moving inside me, while still fingering my clit. And the result is pure magic—lightning bolts of pleasure zapping nerve endings in previously unconquered territories. Indeed, with each passing minute, I’m feeling ever more drunk with pleasure.
I clutch the concrete ledge in front of me as a bolt of pure ecstasy slams me, which is then followed by an intense orgasm crashing through me. It’s defying gravity, this orgasm. Shattering and warping me in ways that make me feel like I’m short-circuiting. Making every muscle flex and shudder at once.
With a roar, Grayson comes behind me—which I know to be the case, not only because of the sound he’s making, but because I can feel his cock rippling violently inside me. I collapse onto the tub ledge and Grayson falls onto my back, spewing a stream of expletives.
We remain still for a long moment, with both of us breathing hard. And then Grayson drags my slack body to sit on the edge of the hot tub, at which point he begins voraciously eating my pussy . . . which, shockingly, brings me to orgasm, yet again, in less than a minute.
As my latest climax subsides, Grayson pulls my wet, sweaty, flopping body into the warm water and straight into his waiting arms, where I practically faint into his chest and babble incoherently.
Grayson holds me for a very long time—which is a very good thing, considering I’ve momentarily lost control of my limbs. “Come on, love,” he finally says softly, his lips pressed to my ear. “We’re going upstairs now. We’re going to drink a gallon of water and take a long shower and crawl into bed. And when we wake up in the morning, I’m going to eat your pussy first thing, make you the best damned pancakes you’ve ever had while wearing nothing but an apron and a smile, and then eat your pussy again, this time on your kitchen table.” He kisses my cheek. “Sound good?”
“Like heaven.”
Grayson moves to help me out of the hot tub, but pauses, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”
I slump into his frame, press my forehead into the crook of his neck, and sigh happily. “My love, I’m fan-fucking-tastic.”
17
GRAYSON
“Delicious,” Selena says, before popping another bite of blueberry pancake into her mouth. We’re sitting at her kitchen table in the late-morning sunshine, finishing off the breakfast made with love by yours truly. I’m wearing a kitchen apron and a smile, as promised last night. Selena is wearing black undies and a white tank top that accentuates her amazing tits and nipples. Which, of course, means my naked dick is currently rock-hard behind my apron.
“Tell me something, my darling,” Selena says, narrowing her dark eyes. “Did you happen to swipe a pair of red undies from my hamper?”
“Red undies?”
“Mm hmm. When I gathered up my dirty laundry this morning, they were nowhere to be found, even though I’m sure I tossed them in there yesterday morning.”
“How strange. ‘The Case of the Disappearing Lace Panties.’”
“I never said they were lace.”
I wink. “Just a guess.”
Selena rolls her eyes. “Honey, there’s no reason to steal my panties ever again. I’ve already invited you to stay here regularly—whenever Drew is at Andre’s or a friend’s house.”
I lean forward and smirk. “But I got off on stealing them. I liked thinking I was getting away with something.”
“Naughty boy.”
“Plus, I only had that one pair from way back when—from our first long weekend together. I needed a fresh trophy to commemorate my very first night staying at your house. Last night was big for me.”
“That’s not the only thing that was ‘big’ about last night.” She snickers. As silly as it is, Selena often makes jokes about my big dick, and I can’t deny I fucking love it. “Seriously, though,” she says, “How often are you planning to steal my undies, going forward? Every time you come over to my house? Only when you stay overnight? Do I need to start buying in bulk?”