Page 163 of Seeing Grayscale

I push inside him, and his palms slap onto my chest. I’ve never seen this side of him. This confident, sexy fucking…power bottom.His hips rock as I pump my fingers.

“Fuck. Okay. Get your cock wet.”

I lube up with my other hand since his hole is clamped around my fingers. As soon as I’ve got the slippery liquid all over my shaft, he scoots higher up my body. He lifts himself onto his knees, and I take the opportunity to free my hand. The tips of his fingernails dig into my chest while his eyes lock on mine.

“I’ll show you how I like it, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’re perfect, baby. Fucking perfect.” He grabs my dick, notches it at his hole, and slides down my shaft.

The breath punches out of my lungs as wet, tight heat surrounds my cock. I grab his hips, squeezing too tight as I struggle to get my bearings. Sensations rip me apart as he sinksall the way down. A sensual moan leaves him, goosebumps skating over his arms and pebbling his nipples.

“Hunter,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, Hunter.”

“I know. I know. You’re so big.”

“I gotta move or something. It’s too much.”

“I got you.” He starts to ride me, lifting and dropping with expert skill. I try to pay attention to how he moves and angles my dick inside him, but I’m overwhelmed.

I can barely keep my eyes open.

The slick glide up and down, the tight heat, and his fuckingnoises.

God.

“Do I need to put more lube?” I manage to ask.

“Not yet. I’ll tell you."

I nod fast and drag my hands up his stomach to his chest. When I pinch his nipples, he rides me faster. The pace he’s going at is desperate and fiendish. I notice he hasn’t touched his dick once. Biting my lip, I watch it bob and leak all over my stomach. The pretty flushed head looks so sensitive that I bet he'd cry out if I just ran a fingertip over it.

Testing the theory, I swipe my thumb over his slit, and he clencheshard. A moan rips from his throat, my name on his lips. I gather the slick precum on my finger and offer it to him. He slurps it off my thumb eagerly.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll come,” he tells me.

I think that’s meant to be a deterrent, but I’m not taking it as anything other than an invitation. I squirt some lube into my hand and slather his length, twisting my wet palm over his cockhead and he whimpers. “I want you to come. Come on my fucking dick,” I growl and squeeze the tip.

He shivers and shakes, picking up his pace, and I jack him in time with his frantic movements. My body responds to thesavagery he’s fucking me, and my orgasm barrels forward with a vengeance. I grit my teeth, trying to hold it off, but it’s useless.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” I cry. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” My hips launch up, meeting him thrust for thrust, and Hunterloses it.

He bounces on my dick, and paints my chest and neck. I pump his cock through heavy spurts while I unload into him. My eyes slam shut as I dig my fingers into his thigh, my body vibrating with the force of it. Lips crash into mine as Hunter bends over us to hold my cheeks and taste me. I can feel my load trickling down my dick and out of him, but he is kissing me and his hole is fluttering over my cockhead. I’m fucking dying and at peace.

“You did so good,” he praises. “So good, sweetheart.”

I would preen if I weren’t so trashed. “I didn’t know you made noises like that,” I say between kisses. “It was so hot.”

“Yeah?” He smiles against my mouth.

“Yeah. Hot as fuck.”

“Mmm. I want another one.”

“Another what?”

“Orgasm. I want you to come in me again.”

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