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“That’s my girl,” I sighed, fisting my cock and lining us up. “We’ve waited long enough.”

She held my gaze as I notched myself at her entrance and slipped inside.

“Graaaady,” she groaned, taking relief in the first few inches.

My lungs burned as I held myself steady, fighting the impulse to claim her with a single thrust. But her mouth had fallen open, her eyes so wide and awestruck I froze.

“I can’t—” Her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip.

“You can. It’ll fit.”

“Grady . . .”

“I’ve got you, baby,” I whispered, kissing her as I stroked over her clit. Her sweet eyes fluttered closed as a low moan came from her throat. “You’re going to take every inch of me, gorgeous, just like I promised.”

CHAPTER 29

JILL

Grady circled my clit one more time, the spark quaking through me and dropping me down until I was seated to the wide base. I was impaled on Grady Holloway’s massive, steel cock, and my vision went dark. Any vestiges of my innocent teenage crush obliterated.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he got out, his forehead landing on my shoulder. “You’re fucking squeezing me already.”

I’d been halfway to coming from the sounds he made while I went down on him. I’d thought the Ferris wheel was hot, but I’d been wrong. Grady’s hands in my hair, tensing and releasing as he fought the urge to hold me down on his cock while he thrust up into my mouth was the single hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

Until this.

“Go slow,” he panted, his eyes locked on mine. “I want this to last.”

Pushing up on my toes, I watched his muscles ripple with tension, my body sucking him in as I lowered slowly back down. But it felt too good. I couldn’t hold back. I picked up my pace, the need to come clawing at me, demanding I move.

“So fucking good,” he growled, his eyes down, watching me take him over and over again. “Too fucking good,” he bit out as he dug his fingers into my ass and began slamming me down onto him harder.

I’d never had rough sex. I’d barely had sex at all. So seeing the way Grady’s control slipped, his restraint fraying, was like a bomb going off in my core. I was building with every stroke, everything tightening until I was past the point of frustration. I needed more, I needed something I didn’t even have words for.

Grady looked up at me, reading my expression. “Grind, baby,” he panted, holding my hips down on him and tilting me back and forth. The contact with my clit shot through me.

“Yesss,” I hissed, rocking against him, hot sparks rioting through me. The pressure was building, the hunger tightening through my thighs, heavy tremors starting to make me shake in his lap.

“Fuck yes. I feel you.” He thrust his hips up into me as I rode him. I was so close, our movements speeding up as we both raced for release. But then Grady reached his hand between us again, pressed his thumb down on my clit, and I saw stars.

“Grady!” I gasped, the orgasm shooting through me in a rush so strong I had to grab for his shoulders to hold on.

“Fuck. Coming. Fuck.”He grunted out words in broken, choppy breaths, jerking my pussy down as he pumped up into me. “Fuck, Jill,” he groaned as his arms clamped around me so hard I felt his heart beat crashing into mine. He shook as I collapsed against him, my whole body pulsing and trembling while I struggled to catch my breath.

“Holy shit,” I muttered after a few seconds, the world starting to filter back through the haze.

He leaned back, his expression open and awestruck, combing the hair from my face. “Worth the wait,” he whispered, kissing me sweetly, slowly.

I fell into the kiss, letting my body go lax against him, the taste of what we’d just done was lingering on his lips like sugar and I wanted every last crystal. Nothing else had ever tasted so sweet as kissing Grady.

After lulling me into a kiss-induced stupor, Grady stood with me in his arms and set me carefully on the bed before going to get a cloth to clean us up. It was warm and soft and his touch was so tender it tugged something loose in my chest, something I wasn’t sure I was allowed to feel.

By the time he’d come back from the bathroom, I’d gotten a chill and was about to get up to retrieve my clothes, when he stopped me. “No way, gorgeous. Get back in that bed.”

Laughing at him, I did as he said. It was too cool after the rain to have this argument in the open. I dove under the covers, and Grady followed. He wrapped his body around mine and settled me against his chest.

“That’s better,” he sighed.

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