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“Come on my cock,” I growl. “I can feel you wanting to.”
“Keep going,” she begs. Her hands come up behind her to clasp around my neck. “Don’t stop.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I pant as my cock swells.
My hips slap against hers, her pussy tightening, and I increase the hard strokes on her clit. I’m not going to last much longer, but I want her there with me.
Claiming her lips, I devour her mouth, putting pressure onher clit and squeezing her nipple at the same time. Bella screams into my mouth, her core clenching around me as her body stiffens in my arms.
It’s all I need to explode inside of her.
“Grayson!” she cries as she rips her mouth from mine, her hands clenching my neck painfully.
I chant her name over and over like a prayer that’s been answered as we come in each other’s arms.
Chapter 52
Bella
BELLA
I think I finally understand why you screamed about the one bed
LAYLA
SHUT UP
OH MY GOD
I NEED ALL THE DETAILS
Ididn’t know sex could be that good.
Sure you hear things, but I always thought women were lying. They most certainly are not, and oddly, I have the strongest urge to text Layla and tell her to never settle.
But my mind is too hazy, filled with the lustful clouds of multiple orgasms and the image of Grayson naked.
Which I’ll be thinking about for eternity. The man is like marble, his muscles rock solid. He draws lazy circles along my back, his touch electric and yet soothing all the same.
Rolling over, I drag the hotel sheets up to my chest. I’m about to trail my fingers down his body but that’s when I notice the bruises that are beginning to bloom on the side of his back. Gasping, I quickly sit up, ignoring Grayson’s questioning gaze as I force him to roll on his stomach so I can get a better look.
“Is this from the hit?”
His frown is deep as he tries to see behind him, but the movement makes him grimace.
“Oh my god, you just fucked me senseless when you’re injured!”
He flashes me a crooked smile. “Senseless, huh?”
I want to whack that smirk off his face, but by the way he gently lays his head down on the pillow, careful not to move his torso, I know he’s in pain.
“Why didn’t you say you were injured?” Scrambling off the bed, I find a hotel robe and slip into it, making a mental note to see where it’s manufactured because it feels like heaven on my skin.
He shrugs as I move back to the bed to inspect him. “It happens. The hit from that prick was pretty hard.” He smirks again. “And nothing could have kept me from having you like that.”
My cheeks heat. My stomach clamps.
Before he can say any more, I rush to the bathroom, grabbing a small towel and wetting it. I look in the mirror, and come face-to-face with a girl I don’t recognize.
