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He leans his forehead against mine. “Me either, but I don’t think that’s a promise we should make right now. There’s too much we still need to tell each other. I wish I was a stronger man. I wish I didn’t need to know what it felt like to be buried inside you.”

“Then, don’t wait,” I state because I’m losing my mind. His hands have been roaming over my naked flesh and it’s driving me insane. At this point, I’d agree to a fake relationship fuck if it meant his dick got to be inside me.

Our lips crash together and then we’re pushing each other’s underwear down before we fall onto the bed with a bounce. I scoot up to the pillows on my back and he follows as he kisses his way down my body. His nose runs along the inside of my thigh before he plants a soft kiss just above my folds.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for days,” he says as his thumbs separate my most intimate skin and his tongue circles my clit. My head falls back against the pillows as I moan.

His tongue is soon accompanied by one finger and then two. The man is straight-up playing me like one of his instruments and damn him if he isn’t a fucking maestro.

My hands involuntarily find his head as my hips rise off the bed, seeking more, needing more. He presses a hand on my hip to keep me flat as his tongue licks around where his fingers penetrate me and then back up to my clit. As he pulses it against my bundle of nerves and his fingers curl deep inside, I feel myself start to unravel.

“Don’t stop,” I command, my hands gripping his head tightly. “Please, don’t stop.”

As much as I pegged Grayson Porter as a “never take a command” type of alpha male, he surprises me and continues doing exactly what I need him to do. It takes less than thirty seconds for me to detonate around his fingers. He slows his movements until he’s still. He leaves his fingers inside me for a long moment. When I open my eyes, he’s watching where his fingers are. Finally, he pulls them free and licks them clean before leaning over me and opening a drawer on his nightstand.

He tosses three condoms on the bed. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, wifey, one time is not going to be nearly enough,” he offers as he grabs one condom and rips open the foil packet.

“Let me,” I insist as I take the protection from him. He sits on his haunches between my legs and I sit up, stroking him from tip to base. He groans and closes his eyes for a brief second. Now that I can see him, all of him, I know he’s perfect. He’s tall and muscled, but not bulky. He has body hair but not too much. His dick…well, if I had an adult toy created just for me, I think I’d have it sculpted after his member because it’s literally exactly what I’d dream up as the perfect penis. It’s long, but not too long; thick, but not too thick; and shaped with just a little arc to it that I know will hit me exactly how I need it to.

I lean forward and press a kiss to the slit on the crown of his perfect dick. And then I slide my tongue down the length.

He grabs my hair at the base of my neck, and I look up at him with my lips sealed around the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, Roxy. You have no idea how fucking sexy you look with your lips wrapped around me. But I need to be inside you, right now,” he growls.

I release him with a pop, and he groans. Slowly, I slide the condom down his length and lean back onto the pillow. He takes his erection in his hand and slides it up and down my wetness until I think I might burst from need. And again, as if reading my mind, he slides into me in one long stroke as we both release our breath.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

Grayson

Fuck. Roxy’s inner muscles grip me hard as I try to move. The only thing making it possible is the crazy amount of wetness that aids me in gliding in and out. I take it slow, even when her hips buck against me. I’m savoring it; savoring her. And damn, she feels good.

I look down at where our bodies are joined, and I have to close my eyes so I don’t come too fast. I breathe deeply and begin to move, feeling her heat each time I press inside her.

My hands grip her hips, holding on and guiding her as she thrusts up to meet me. When I finally feel under control, I open my eyes and gaze down at this incredible woman. A fierce possessiveness I’ve never felt before begins to wash over me like a rogue wave. I’m sinking beneath its gravitational pull, and I don’t want to get back up. I want to stay here, buried inside her, our gazes locked and our bodies as close as they can be. We’re in our own private universe.

I start moving faster. Normally, I want to change positions over and over until I’m pulled over the edge, but not tonight, not with her. I like her beneath me. I like the feel of her smooth skin under mine.

We begin to move in sync. It’s like our bodies know each other even though we’re still learning.

“Keep going. I’m so close,” she moans.

“I got you, baby,” I whisper as I move faster, thrusting upward so my pelvic bone grinds against her clit with each stroke. Then I reach between us and circle it.

“Yes!” she cries out and I start to feel her muscles clenching in waves around my dick.

“Fuck!” I roar as Roxy’s orgasm carries me over the edge with her into an abyss of pleasure.

I lean over her, keeping myself suspended as my cock jerks a few last times. I’m about to lean down to kiss her when out of nowhere, Licorice jumps up on the bed, sticks her head between Roxy and me, and lets out the loudest meow that I’ve ever heard.

Roxy looks at me and I look at her and we burst into laughter. I pull out and dispose of the condom while Roxy snuggles the kitten.

“What’s wrong, little lady?” she coos. Licorice’s purr intensifies, and when I lie down next to them, she stretches out one long paw and places it on my arm.

“Someone doesn’t like not being the center of her father’s attention,” Roxy says with a giggle.

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