Page 73 of Hold Me Before You Go

He growled, smacking my ass, and lifted me up, holding me on the tip of his cock for a moment. I pulled away from him, eyes wide, amazed by his strength, but he wasn’t looking at me, though. No, his eyes were on my pussy—on us. He didn’t give me a warning before he dropped me back down—all the way down, pressing me back against the wall, his balls against me as his lips curled into a snarl. His eyes met mine as I screamed, gasping for air. “Scream as loud as you fucking want. You’re going to keep taking this dick until I pump you full,” he seethed.

My nails dug into his shoulders as my walls fluttered around him, my eyes rolling back as my climax hit me suddenly, his filthy promise triggering it.

“That’s it, Sunshine. Come on my cock. Such a good girl,” he rumbled, brushing his lips against mine as my thighs began to shake. He lifted me up and dropped me down again, my walls fluttering around his length, squeezing.

"Yeah, that's what we both needed," he grunted as a second wave hit me. "Needed that sweet little pussy to make a mess on me, didn't we?"

Oh, God.

My mouth stayed open on a silent scream as he continued to fuck me, bouncing me up and down his length. Then, I felt his hot mouth close around my nipple, and one of my hands went to the back of his head, holding him against me as he sucked, fucking me with short, harsh trusts, the picture frames on the wall around me rattling. His harsh sounds sent goosebumps skating around my skin as he fucked me savagely, like he couldn't get enough. He released my nipple as I came down from my climax and lifted his head to look at me. “Fucking beautiful,”he snarled as I leaned my head back against the wall, my eyes fluttering closed from the pleasure. “My fucking woman, sofuckingbeautiful.”

I opened my eyes again, feeling happy—whole—again, but the sight of him gutted me. The smile I felt forming on my lips faded as I stared back at the man I loved, the man who saved my life more than once, the man who promised me the world, the man who was buried deep inside of me, connected to me in the most intimate, physical way.

Pain and fear were painted all over his face, while love shone brightly in his dark pools. He looked devastated, and then, there were tears welling in my eyes for the hundredth time since knowing him. “Grayson,” I whispered as his thrusts slowed, coming to a stop. He was seated fully inside me now, and I bit the inside of my cheek, bringing my hand up to his scarred one, my thumb brushing over the damp, raised skin.

His throat worked. “I love you, Sunshine.”

I felt a tear land on my cheek. “I love you, Grayson.”

Without a word, he pulled me from the wall, walking our joined bodies into the guest bedroom, our gaze never once breaking. He sat on the bed, his hands snaking up my back, his fingers gripping my hair as his bared he teeth. “You fucking scared me,” he growled.

I nodded, a whimper escaping. He was here—with me—inside me.

“Almost fucking lost you,” he continued as I shifted my hips, moaning softly. His head ticked to the side, his eyes narrowing. “Yet, here I fucking am, your cunt wrapped around my dick, and that seems to be the only thing you can focus on.”

I whimpered, moving my hips again, back and forth this time, grinding my clit against his body. “I told you I needed you,” I told him, breathless.

His hand slapped my ass, quick and sharp, and the pain shot into my clit and up to my nipples. I whimpered, but I didn’t stop rocking against him, feeling him against my walls. His other hand snapped up, gripping my neck, forcing me to look down at him. “You fucking me, Sunshine? Is that was this is? Or are you just rubbing that needy little clit against me to come all over my cock again?”

I said nothing, gasping as I moved my hips faster and faster, feeling the fabric of his cargos against the bottom of my ass.

His eyes dropped down to my body, watching it move and jiggle on him. “Every time you sit in my lap, you become a needy girl,” he muttered.

“Grayson,” I moaned, listening to the wet sounds coming from me—us—now.

“Trying to pour my heart out to you, and you can only think about my cock,” he continued, his hand dropping from my jaw as he leaned back on his elbows.

I was about to come apart on him if he kept talking like that.

He lifted his chin. “Put your hands on my chest. I want to see those tits hang in my face while you use me.”

Panting, I did what he said, staring down at him, watching him watch my breasts sway, my stomach against his abs as I rocked back and forth, taking his cock over and over. He started breathing heavier, his eyes darkening as I fucked him. “That’s a good girl,” he rumbled. “Fuck my cock. Do you hear how your little cunt talks to me?”

The sounds were echoing in the room, and my eyes rolled back, my clit humming all over again.

“Needy pussy, heavy tits, and an ass men would start fucking wars over, Sunshine,” he grunted, shifting his hips up now, giving me better access.

I whimpered, my fingers curling in his chest hair, my nails scraping against his skin. One more word from him, and I was gone.

Then, he gave it to me and for a few seconds, I forgot all the horrors of the last week. “You have all of that, baby, and the most beautiful thing about you is your fucking heart,” he said, his voice shaking. My head snapped down to his as I reached my peak, my eyes widening. My breath hitched, and he knew. He knew it was here. “That’s my fucking heart, Carrie. No one will ever take you away from me again. You’re all fucking mine,” he groaned.

I wasgone.

There was no beginning or end as my pussy clamped down on his cock, my body tensing as my back bowed. I cried out for him, my heart pounding only for him. Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back, and my legs were lifted, my ankles resting on his shoulders as he stared down at me, jaw hard.

He fucked me then.

He fucked me so hard, I forgot how to think—tobreathe.

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