Page 103 of Outcast
“Did I do something wrong?”
He yanked open the drawer. “No, sweetheart. You’re perfect. I just need… Where the hell is it?” He rifled about in the drawer, then withdrew his hand with a sound of victory. He clutched another condom.
Had the first one broken? Why…
He placed it over the tip of my cock and started rolling it down.
“Oh my god,” I uttered as realization hit.
Gray bared his teeth in a feral grin. “Gotta try it all to see what you like best, right?”
He grabbed the back of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Kicked off his jeans and boxer briefs, stripping until he was as bare as me. Then he climbed onto the bed, swinging one muscular thigh over my body.
“Talk to me, Emory. Do you want this?”
I bit my bottom lip, gazing up at the big, muscular man straddling me. Beefy thighs, thick hard-on that had just split me in half, built chest with those pecs I’d admired in that Insta pic now heaving for breath above me. And his shoulders? Damn. So broad and strong.
Dark ink swirled and dipped, dancing across his skin, turning him into a beautiful, breathing work of art.
He was the very image of masculine perfection, and he was offering himself to me. Who in their right mind would ever say no to that?
“Emory?” he prompted. “If you’d rather not?—”
“Fuck, please, yes,” I burst out. “I’ll always want you.”
“Okay, then.” He eased forward, crouching to position himself over my dick. With a steady hand, he lined me up.
“Can you take me with no prep?” I asked, suddenly worried.
He winked. “Don’t worry. Not my first rodeo.”
He pressed down, utterly relaxed as his body took me in. He was so freaking hot inside, but tight too, squeezing around me.
My eyes rolled back. “Oh, fuck.”
“Feel good?”
“So good,” I managed, sliding a hand up his stomach.
His muscles shifted under my hand as he rose and fell on my cock, blasting pleasure through me.
My eyes flew open. I needed to see that gorgeous body flexing on me. He had thrown his head back, baring his strong throat, and the most delicious sounds were coming out of him, still deep and gravelly but soaked with the darkest pleasure I’d ever heard.
He took my dick hard and fast—making me aware of just how gentle he’d actually been when our roles were reversed—one hand jerking his cock at a frantic pace.
Within seconds, I was right on the edge of coming.
“Gray!”
“Do it,” he growled at me.
My back arched, and I bucked up, shoving deeper inside him as I came hard.
“Fuck!” Gray grunted, and droplets of warm cum rained down over my stomach and chest. He kept stroking even as he sprayed, drawing out his pleasure.
His ass clenched and released around me, fluttering along with his orgasm.
I shuddered, my cock giving one last weak pulse as his body rippled around me. Then he sagged forward, and I tried to catch him.
