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“A beautiful woman who came thoroughly on my tongue this afternoon in the changing room of a lingerie shop.”
A blush hit my cheeks and I cleared my throat.
“Are you wearing the garter belt right now?”
“Yes,” I replied in a breathy voice. “And some thigh-highs.”
He skimmed his hands up under the skirt of my dress, feeling the lacy edge of the band at the top. He made ammmnoise down low in his chest. “I see that.”
Grayson gripped my waist and pulled me into his hips. Leaning down, he nipped my neck, then licked away the sting. His erection was firm against my ass, the sensation of all that length and girth making me roll against him.
His fingers tightened. “Jesus, Sloane.” He groaned. “You keep doing that, and I’ll be shoving you onto your knees.”
My mouth dry, I turned around and faced him. “You want me on my knees?”
He stared down into my face, his eyes bouncing between my own. With a warning growl, he said, “You’re playing a dangerous game, lass.”
“I know,” I whispered.
Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, he pushed me down. I stared at him from my position on the floor, waiting to see what he would do.
With his eyes heavy-lidded, he traced his finger along my cheek, across my bottom lip, and then to the fastening on his slacks. It seemed like he was moving in slow motion as he drew the zipper down.
My eyes dropped when he pulled his cock free from the confines of his black boxer briefs. His erection was long, hard, and veined—the mushroom head blush pink. Starting at the base, he stroked himself twice before threading his fingers through my hair and dragging me closer.
“Open,” he murmured.
Parting my lips, I opened my mouth wide for him, enjoying the flash of surprise that crossed his face before he locked down the reaction.
“Tongue out.” This time the command was gruffer than the first.
Moistening my mouth, I offered him my tongue, then waited.
“Fuck,” he said in a low voice, gripping himself harder. Stroking. When he placed the crown of his cock on my tongue, I swear his eyes rolled back in his head. He seemed to simply absorb the sensation before sliding farther inside.
Jaw tight, he bit out, “Now suck.”
Sealing my mouth fully around the shaft, I hollowed out my cheeks and began to move up and down his length, breathing deeply through my nose. The groan that escaped him sent a shiver through my body and hit me between my legs. God, I was so wet.
As if unable to help himself, he flexed his hips, forcing his cock farther into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicking in and compressing his length.
His fingers tightened in my hair. “Jesus,fuck, Sloane. Your mouth…”
I hummed at his praise, but that only served to encourage him. His other hand slid along my jaw, holding firmly while he kept my head immobile and fucked into my mouth.
“Watching the way my dick slides past those pretty painted lips of yours is a fucking sight, lass.”
My pussy was throbbing, every shift of the seam against my sensitive flesh torture. I squeezed my thighs together to try and alleviate the ache, but it only served to push my desire higher.
“Touch yourself, Sloane,” Grayson commanded, his fierce words ending with a groan. “Now! Touch your cunt.”
I snaked a hand between my thighs, finding my panties soaked. Impatient, I shoved them aside and moaned at that first touch. The moan traveled through my throat and straight up Grayson’s shaft.
In response, he pulled my hair a little tighter, and the edge between pleasure and pain blurred.
“Christ, lass, you keep making those noises, and I’m going to come.”
I pulled back, tapping his hand to let him know to release his hold—to give me the freedom to move. Swirling my tongue around his crown, I took a deep breath, then slid down a little farther, wordlessly telling him to finish inside my mouth. Grayson took the hint and started to pump into me more fiercely than before.
