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“Gray,” she moans, digging her fingers into my hair. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“You are. Your tits are giving me life.”

She snorts and uses the moment to pull me away from her. Before I can protest, she’s yanking my shirt over my head and dropping to her knees to undo my jeans.

“Fucking hell, Ladybug. Do you have any idea what the sight of you on your knees does to me?”

Her brown eyes are filled with smug satisfaction when she looks up at me. She wraps her hand around my length, and like a siren, leans in to lick the sensitive underside of my cock. Teasing flicks of her tongue drive me mad. I both hate the way she edges me and love every fucking second of it.

My hips stutter forward, chasing more of her mouth around me. Thank fuck she takes pity on me and pulls me deep into her throat, bobbing up and down on my length so expertly I’m holding on to my control by a thread.

I grip her hair in my fist, fully intent on pulling her off me before I burst, but then she swallows around my head, and I don’t stand a fucking chance.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I come hard enough to make me dizzy. It takes me a long second to release the tight hold I have on her hair and pull away. I don’t give her a chance to stand on her own. I lift her by her waist and place her onto the bathroom counter.

She leans back against the mirror while I yank her jeans and underwear down and position her feet onto the edge of the counter to open her up to me.

Kneeling between her spread thighs, I raise an eyebrow at her. “It seems you got a little worked up over that blow job, Ladybug.”

Her cheeks flush beautifully. “Please touch me, Gray.”

“Like this?” I run my palms along the outside of her thighs.

She shakes her head. “Nooo.”

“Hmm.” I lick up her inner thigh. “How about that?”

“Grayson,” she pleads.

“Use your words, Ladybug.”

“Lick my pussy.”

“Your wish is my command.” And true to my word, I run my tongue through her achingly wet pussy, savoring every drop. She’s so fucking addictive that I’ll have to be dead to stop wanting her.

I focus my attention on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and laving it with my tongue. She slides her fingers through my hair to steady herself as she starts to grind against my face. I groan against her, my cock filling again at how goddamn sexy she is.

She looks like a goddess with pleasure lining her face and her swollen belly framed by her legs.

I work her up until she’s right on the edge of her orgasm, and then I stand and slam my cock deep into her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuuuuuuck.” I groan.

“Grayson!” She comes with a long, keening moan the second I grind against her clit. The squeeze of her walls around me and the noises she makes do me in, and I’m coming for the second time tonight.

I have to drop my head to her chest to catch my breath. My heart is pounding so loudly in my ears that I can’t hear a single other sound in the room. “Jesus Christ, Ladybug. Where the hell did that come from?”

She huffs out a laugh. “I have no idea, but it was amazing.”

I straighten. “Yeah? I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

Shaking her head, a smug smile slides across her face.

“What?”

“I made you come twice tonight while I only came once.”

I lean in to kiss her soft lips. “Who said we were done?”