Page 50 of Sighs By the Sea

“I’ve been thinking about these since I got shot,” I say, tracing a finger down. He tilts his head up at the same time I lower mine, capturing my mouth with his. The kiss is pure fire, tongues gnashing together in a fury of longing. Everything about him burns me. The feel of his body against mine, the manly smell of him—like dirt and sweat and expensive cologne—the taste of his mouth, and the hard bite of his fingers gripping onto my waist.

None of the worries about who he had been or what he had done are in my mind. I can only think of the delicious man that drives me crazy with his long eyelashes and rare smiles.

His hand slips into my wet hair, tugging my head back as he nibbles on my neck. My fingers slide down to his briefs and slip inside the already tented fabric. His cock is weeping onto the boxers, and I smile. “Grayson, I want you. Every part of you."

I stroke his velvety shaft, and he groans again. “It’s yours, Maggie. Take it.”

My belly clenches at the words, heat flooding my veins. I pump faster, my fingers clamped around his length as our tongues clash together again.

Grayson’s hands rove down my body, and I arch my back, desperate for more touch, more Grayson. He cups a hand over my bare breast, his thumb brushing along the nipple. God, I love nipple play. "Please, please, please," I whisper, not caring how pathetic it is that I'm begging.

"You want me to suck your tits, Maggie?" I whimper and grab his face with both hands, leading his mouth where I need it. His tongue flicks out, barely grazing my beaded bud.

"Take it, Gray, please!"

His mouth covers me, the sensation has my pussy tightening in an instant. "Yes!" I scream. Furiously, I grind against his dick, the friction exactly where I need it. I already feel my orgasm building, like a tsunami that will be one hundred feet tall when it finally crashes the shoreline.

"More, Gray, more!"

My hips flick up, and his cock hits my clit again. I shudder. "Fuck, yes, babe. Yes!"

But he stills, his mouth releasing my breast with a soft pop.

"Wh-why'd you stop?" I ask, breathless with a frown.

He wipes his hand across his face and grins the sexiest smile I've ever seen. "You're wrong."

"I-I'm what?" I still don't even know where I am, much less what the hell he's talking about. He pushes me off his lap and stands. Slowly, he lowers his boxer briefs until he’s standing in all his naked glory, one hand sliding up and down his cock.

"This means something, Maggie."

"Oh," I say softly. His arms cage me in as he leans down.

"If you want this cock, it means something. You're mine." My heart thunders, my brain agrees with a scream, and my pussy flexes like it can already feel what's coming.

"Yes," I say.

"Say it all."

"I'm, uh, I'm yours, Gray," I say, and his mouth attacks mine. There's an undeniable amount of possession in his kiss. Raw, inescapable passion that solidifies his words; I'm his. He bites my bottom lip.

"You want this cock?" he asks, his hand guiding mine down.

I take it into my palm, and he moves both our hands up and down. "God, yes." He sucks on my neck.

"Then you'll do what I say," he growls.

"Fuck me, yes. Yes, anything, Grayson."

He stands back up, towering over me like a man who knows. He just knows he has me dead to rights. I will literally do whatever he says to get a taste.

"On your knees, baby." Our eyes are locked as I sink onto the floor. "I wanna fuck that pretty mouth, Maggie." The whimper is involuntary. I want that too. Oh, god, how I want that. He roughly cups the back of my head. In a much softer voice, he says, "If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay?" I'm nodding, but there will be no need.

He slowly puts pressure on the back of my skull, urging my face toward his massive dick. As it comes closer and I get a better look, I say under my breath, “How do you even get this in your pants?"

“You like it, Maggie? It’s all for you,” he says, letting the tip tease my puckered lips.

I put a hand on my forehead and laugh, breaking a little bit of the tension swirling around us. “It’s going to bottom out in my left lung."

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