Page 30 of Taste of Addiction

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to devour it.”

“I sure hope so. I’m a bit tired of you always playing it safe.” I smile as I stare at the back of Graham as he makes his way up to the front of the house. Suddenly fingers wiggle at my sides and I jerk upward, trying to get away from the tickling. I am asking for it; this I know. But it is too much fun to harass the man after over a week of not seeing him in person. I whip off my winter gear in a hurry but fall down in the process of trying to get my boots off. I land on my butt in the foyer into a small puddle created from all of the melting snow. “Ouch!” I yell at the suddenness of the fall. Then I burst into laughter as Graham stares at me. “I’m a hot mess.”

He shakes his head in agreement. “But all mine.” He pulls me from the floor and wraps me in his arms. His face buries itself into my hair, and he inhales my scent. “You smell so damn good.”

“Oh, Graham, is that you?” Sophia’s tinny voice ringing from behind us makes me cringe from the sheer, unnatural sound of it.

I tense in his arms but don’t even bother to turn around to look at her. I half expect him to let go of me, but instead he kisses me hard on the lips and then glances at her in acknowledgment. “Hey Sophia, I came to see my girl.”

“So nice,” she says with an octave even higher than her normal squeak. “She hit me, you know? Twice.”

Be glad it wasn’t more.

“And every security guard here said you deserved it,” he says casually, making me giggle.

“That she did,” I mumble. “Bitch better be glad Collins rescued her from another flying fist.”

“We’ll have to catch up later, then.” She is hinting, borderline flirting with her tone. “There are two sides to every story.”

I want to be catty. I want to be aggressive with my PDA. But I choose not to. When she goes low, I want to go high. So, I keep the rebellious pent-up teenager living inside my head at bay. I am sure she’ll break out sooner or later. Sophia seems to have that effect on her.

Graham says goodbye to her and drags me up the stairs by my hand. He pinches my butt cheek and makes me squeal at the shock of it.

“Get your ass undressed,” he demands as soon as the door is slammed shut and locked.

I decide to have a little fun and take my time removing an item, then folding it perfectly. I start with my socks and then my first top layer. I make a show at the neck hole getting stuck over my head and then struggling to get my arms out—for at least twenty seconds. Pretty sure I look like a deranged octopus, but it is fun nonetheless—well, until Graham saunters over to me and starts pulling articles off of me.

He narrows his eyes when he gets the top layer off and then looks down at the bottom layer of leggings and thermal shirt. “Is this some kind of joke the universe is playing on me? Were you planning on a blizzard today?”

I giggle loudly at his exasperated expression. “You better hope there’s not a chastity belt on underneath.”

He chuckles at my facial expression and tosses his hands into the air. “Nothing surprises me anymore.”

It takes seconds for the rest of my clothes to create a pile on the floor. And once his join mine, we are on each other. My hands fly around his neck and I climb him like a tree, wrapping my legs around his naked waist. Graham walks us back to the bed, and every movement of his thighs sends his cock harder against my core. He tosses me onto the bed and then pulls me down so that my legs are spread and my bottom is resting against the edge. He slides to his knees and his mouth sucks the moisture from my apex greedily.

“You taste divine,” he says between licks. “Like the most delicious cherry.”

I writhe on the bed in pleasure. I am so horny that I know I won’t make it— “Ahhh!” I scream out, pulling at the sheets. Graham’s hands hold me still, and he continues with his beautiful assault. I pant and moan and twist and tremble as a powerful orgasm flutters through my body. I feel it from my head all the way to my toes. My entire body vibrates from the pleasure.

Graham pulls away, kisses each of my inner thighs, and then crawls up onto the bed to straddle me. His arms snake around me, and he hoists me up farther on the bed, so that my entire body is on the mattress. He lines his cock up at my entrance and pushes forward into the warmth. He swallows my moans with the seal of his mouth on my lips. His tongue dances with mine. When the rhythm he sets is too slow for my liking, I thrust up, trying to increase the pace.

“So greedy,” he coos.

I bite his shoulder, and he growls over the pain. He pulls out, flips me onto my belly, and then helps me to get on all fours. I crane my neck back to see him in his full glory. Sweat beads on his forehead and his skin is flushed with need. I wiggle my ass back to try to get him to continue what he started. I don’t have to wait long. Fingers dig into my hips, and I am jolted forward as he surges inside me, from tip to root. I am stuffed full and loving the feeling of this angle.

Graham pumps in and out of me from behind, while I meet him thrust for thrust. My knees start to get weak as my climax builds. I move to my elbows and press my cheek into the pillow, as I allow my body to succumb to the force of the orgasm.

“Ohhhh!” I call out. “Fuck me, hard!”

Graham tips his hips and hits my sweet spot, sending me straight into another wave. His cock hardens, and he takes one more push forward until I feel the warning twitch and then the flood of liquid heat. He pulses within me until the last drop is released. Then he pulls out and flops down beside me, curling me up into his chest to rest my back against his torso. His hands snake around me, and I am cradled in his love.

“That was overdue,” he mutters, smiling against the shell of my ear.

“How long can you stay?”

“Just until early morning, right before dawn.”

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