Page 42 of Grayson’s Challenge

“Oh, babe,” he murmured, before she delved into his mouth to explore him.

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Grayson welcomed Monique’s tongue lapping against his, his heart beating rapidly at the sensual contact. Monique was in charge, taking from him what she needed right now, and he couldn’t have been happier about it. Or more turned on. He’d always been the dominant partner during sex, thinking that it was what every woman expected from him. But right now, it felt liberating to follow Monique’s lead.

Her hands were in his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp, making him shiver with pleasure. He slid one hand onto her lower back, pulling her closer to his body. She rocked her pelvis against him, and at the contact, a bolt of electricity charged through his cock, making him moan out his pleasure.

“You’re hard,” she murmured at his lips, her hot breath ghosting over his face.

“Your fault,” he managed to reply, before she intensified the kiss, and silenced him.

Fuck, this woman could kiss, and she wasn’t even licking his fangs, yet his arousal was already spiking. If she continued in the same manner, he would come without even undressing. Knowing he had to stop her, he ripped his mouth from hers.

Her eyes shimmering golden, she looked at him. “Something wrong?”

“You’re making me come, babe,” he murmured. “And I’d prefer being inside you when that happens.”

She smiled mischievously. “I thought you had more self-control.”

“So did I.” With both hands on her ass now, he pulled her pelvis to his and rubbed his hard-on against her. “But it looks like I’m fresh out of self-control.”

“Then maybe we should get undressed.”

“That’s a good idea.” He smirked and grabbed the seam of her tight sweater. He pulled it over her head and tossed it on the couch. She wore not a stitch beneath it. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“How very observant of you.”

He dipped his head to her cleavage. “Yeah, Scanguards trained me well.” He sank his lips onto one breast and licked over her nipple.

“Did they teach you that at Scanguards too?” Her voice was soft, teasing, her arousal evident in its cadence.

He let go of her nipple. “No. Private lessons.” He captured her other nipple and drew it into his mouth. It turned hard instantly, and a soft moan came from Monique.

“You must have had a good tutor.”

“Mmm.”

While he continued to lavish her breasts with caresses, Monique began to free him from his shirt. He shrugged out of it, then pulled her closer again, their chests touching now. The skin-on-skin contact sent his heartbeat into the stratosphere, and pumped more blood into his cock.

When he felt her hands on his waistband, opening the button, he rose with her in his arms, and put her on her feet. Quickly, he rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, while Monique slipped out of hers. The moment they were both naked, Grayson let himself fall back on the sofa and pulled Monique back onto his lap, making her straddle him.

He brushed his lips over hers in a featherlight touch. He wanted tenderness tonight; he wanted gentle and slow. He slipped his hand to her sex, stroking her slowly, her juices coating his fingers.

“I love how soft you are,” he whispered at her parted lips, inhaling her breath. “Yet so strong.”

Monique raised herself onto her knees, adjusting her position to hover above his cock. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Then take what you want. I’m all yours.”

“Good.” She pulled his upper lip between hers and bit down gently without breaking his skin.

His cock jerked at the sensual bite, and a gasp escaped him. “Fuck, babe, you’re driving me crazy.” The lust coursing through his body had him teetering on the edge of a monumental climax, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.

“Mmm.” She hummed softly, while she lowered herself, taking his cock into her tight and wet sheath, her interior muscles clamping around him like a vice.

He dropped his head back onto the backrest of the couch and let out a long breath. He raked his gaze over Monique’s gorgeous body, enjoying the sight of her exquisite breasts as they moved up and down, side to side, while she rode him slowly as if he were a stallion she had to break in. And maybe he was just that, a stallion its new owner needed to tame.

One hand on her hip, the other on her lower back, he pulled her to him until her breasts were right in front of his face. They bounced happily, and he captured one of them and sucked on it.