Page 95 of Mr. Wicked

I held her hips and slid to the halfway point. I didn’t want to hurt her. I certainly didn’t want to break her. I knew she’d had me before, but it wasn’t as if it had been yesterday, so she needed to be reminded of my size before she got all of me.

And as I worked my way in, I confirmed that she needed that reminder from the way she was pulsing against me, narrowing around my shaft.

“Yes!” In addition to her moans, she was fucking soaking me. “Ah!” And as I gave her more, she gave me, “My God.” She reached back, her fingers landing on my abs, which she traced until she lowered to the base of my dick. She felt around it, like she was seeing how many inches were left, and continued to my sack, where she cupped my balls.

Each brush of her thumb had me fucking tingling.

“Give it to me,” she demanded.

An order that didn’t make me angry.

That, for once, didn’t make me want to fight back.

I pumped my hips forward, earning myself a scream, and I stayed buried within her.

“Jesus,” I roared. “This is fucking ...”

But I didn’t have a description.

I didn’t even have words.

Because this right here—there was nothing better.

I tilted all the way back and took my first full dive, sinking into that hot, dripping pussy. And that was when I lost myself all over again. “God, Jovana, you feel so good.”

My brain was occupied with pleasure. My body was overwhelmed.

This was a feeling and a level I hadn’t reached before.

I was sure that had everything to do with not wearing a condom.

That had to be the case.

It couldn’t be because I was getting the chance to have Jovana again.

Something that emotionally intimate wasn’t possible. I wasn’t even capable of conjuring those kinds of thoughts.

“Grayson!”

Her exhales were getting louder.

Her inhales were equally as erotic.

She wasn’t telling me to slow.

She wasn’t controlling me with her hands.

By the sounds she was making and the way she pumped her hips against me, she was telling me she wanted more.

This fucking woman.

She couldn’t get enough.

Damn, I loved fucking her.

During the next set of dips, I swiveled my hips, circling inside her, giving her friction at every angle. She was nearing the edge she wouldn’t be able to come back from. I could sense it, I could hear it. That was why I pulled out and flipped her on her back, the move taking her by surprise, even earning me an “Ahhh!”

Once she was settled, I stepped off the bed and stood on the floor, along the side, where I guided her to the very end of the mattress. There, I lifted her ass in the air and placed her legs over my shoulders, the new position giving me total access to her pussy.

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