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Grayson fixed his stare on my pussy, on the dip of his fingers. “You want my mouth here?” He flashed a wicked grin. “Of course, you do. You’re already dripping.”
Bringing his hand up, he showed me how I coated his fingers.
“Open that pretty mouth, Sloane, and taste.”
Parting my lips, I sucked his fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the digits. He pulled back and pushed his fingers inside my pussy once more, pumping until I had to grip his wrist.
“Please, Grayson. Please.”
Pump in.
Pump out.
“What do you want, lass? You want my mouth on your cunt? You want me to taste you?”
God help me, that was exactly what I wanted. “Yesss.” The word was drawn out on a moan.
He chuckled darkly. “Soon,” he replied, sliding his fingers back inside me. “I was going to take your pussy, but I want to feel you come on my fingers first. I want to know what that squeeze feels like.”
My spine bowed, my arching back pressing my breasts closer to his face. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue—driving my need higher.
Rasping breaths.
Stifled moans.
Bitten off gasps.
Wet sucking.
The sounds we were both making were an auditory eroticism.
Still, his fingers didn’t stop sliding into me. Pumping. Curling over that sensitive spot inside me that silently begged for his touch. Sweat sheened my body, my core body temperature sky-rocketing under his skilled hands.
Grayson’s hard voice drew me from my pleasure. “Look at me.”
My eyes didn’t want to open, but I forced them to focus on his face. I was perversely pleased to see that sweat spotted his brow too. His jaw was tight, his sensuous mouth bracketed with concentration. His eyes, however, were half-lidded and glittering with wildfire.
“Look at me while I make you come.”
Mutely, I nodded, a shiver wracking my whole body as his plunging fingers brought me right to the edge of release. Then, using his thumb, he began to circle my clit. Once. Twice. On the third revolution, I came undone. My orgasm washed over me like a scorching wave of pleasure, dragging me under. The force of it was so great that my eyes fluttered shut but peeled open again when Grayson growled.
“Eyes. On. Me,” he commanded, hyper-focused on my face.
What I saw there was pure lust.
Raw.
Savage.
Desperate.
Everything about this prolonged my orgasm until I was finally boneless and panting against the comforter.
He was still stroking into me, wringing little aftershocks of pleasure from my body until I had to beg him to stop. Withdrawing from my body, he drew his fingers into his mouth and tasted me, licking, savoring. When he was done, he pinned me with his icy-blue eyes and murmured one word.
“Honey.”
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