Page 176 of Mr. Wicked

He wasn’t the only one moaning, the only one totally flooded with these mind-blowing sensations.

I was there too.

Captivated.

Adrift.

The build came out of nowhere, but each time I lifted and lowered, bobbing over his cock, it brought me closer.

“Grayson ...” My voice was a whisper. That was all I could muster up vocally. I was just too lost in movements. But what I did have was my lips, and I used them, pressing my mouth to his, his tongue swirling around mine.

“You want to come together?”

I grunted out a sexy response.

“Then don’t stop.” He held me tighter. “Fuck me like you want to come.”

I didn’t have much left, but what was there, I used. I rotated my hips in a circle, holding him inside me, rising to gain more momentum before I plunged him back in.

“That’s it, Jovana.” He whispered in my ear, “Now faster.”

Our breaths increased. Our sounds got louder.

Our tongues touched again.

And when I couldn’t hold it off for a second longer, confining him within my walls, pulsing around him, I lost it.

“Grayson!”

There was something so erotic about watching the man you loved turn vulnerable and pound his orgasm into you.

About feeling the wetness shoot from his tip.

About absorbing each other’s pleasure.

That was where we were—together. Hugging our bodies against one another.

Clinging.

Kissing.

Screaming out our orgasms.

“Fuck yes!” He continued to hold my ass. “Jovana! Damn it, yes!”

The peak of my pleasure was drawn out, causing me to shudder over him, clutching him from the inside until I turned sensitive.

Grayson’s trembles lasted as long as mine, and I inhaled his moans as he exhaled them over my face, holding me like I was going to slip away.

Draining ourselves until only stillness was left.

His hands held the sides of my face and he gazed into my eyes.

Several seconds of silence passed before he broke it. “I’ll never have enough of you.”

“I’m never going anywhere, so you can have me whenever you want me.”

“You know what that was?”

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