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When I could finally focus, Grayson’s lips and chin were shiny with my release, and I knew he wasn’t going to wipe it off. That wasn’t our style. We were dirty, and we fed off each other that way. With each depraved act, we felt safer and safer to be our real selves, and that was such a dangerous feeling, as I knew I’d never feel this free with anyone else.
Grayson Lewis was it for me.
Once he was done undressing, he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me off the couch. Both of us naked, he carried me to the bedroom where he laid me on the bed. Crawling over my body, until I was completely engulfed in everything about him, he stared down at me, every emotion under the sun shining in his stormy blue eyes.
I lost my breath.
“I love you, Molly,” he said, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “You don’t have to say it back, and you don’t have to feel obligated to address what I’ve just told you. I just couldn’t go another second without saying it, baby.” Grayson didn’t give me the chance to respond. His lips came down on mine, my release coating my lips and tongue like I knew it would, and he kissed me like it was going to be our last.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and held on. I let myself believe that he wasn’t too good to be true. I let myself believe those three impactful words. I let myself believe that this was it.
This was everything.
Grayson was everything.
And Ididhave to say the words back because I felt them, too.
Chapter 40
Grayson~
Iloved Molly, and that was all that mattered. The rest of it could wait. Marriage, kids, all that stuff, it could wait until therapy was just a safety net for the both of us. Right now, it was enough for her to just let me love her. However, she was kissing me back like she felt the same way.
Like she loved me, too.
Breaking off the kiss, I made my demands. “Get on my cock, like a good slut, Molly.” Her eyes flared with anticipation, and I rolled us over until Molly was straddled over my lap.
As soon as she came down on my cock, all was right with the world as far as I was concerned. My dick surrounded by her wet heat was enough to make me believe in world peace. For someone who I knew worked that dildo, I knew she had in her dresser drawer, in and out of her pussy on the regular, Molly’s cunt was tight as hell. All last weekend, she had sworn it was because my eight inches were so thick, but I was pretty sure the pleasure was all from her snug channel.
With her hands flat on my chest, her head thrown back, and a bird’s eye view of those sweet tits, Molly started rocking back and forth, taking every inch of my dick. When you could have a woman any damn way you wanted, it was hard to call a favorite position, but watching Molly chase her high was stunning to watch.
My hands on her hips, I showed her who was really in charge, even though she was on top. “Take that dick, baby. Ride that cock like a good whore.”
“Yes,” she hissed, abandoning all reservations of doubt.
With pleasure flowing throughout my body, there wasn’t anything we weren’t going to cover this weekend. Whatever we hadn’t thought to get to last week, we were going to get to them tonight. She said I wrecked her, but she had me corrupted in the best way possible.
“I need you to cum on my cock, Molly,” I told her. “You need to get my dick all nice and wet because it’s going deep in your ass next.” Her entire body shivered, and I felt like a goddamn conquering warrior.
“Grayson, please…gi…give it to me…” she begged. “Fuck me…”
“That’s it,” I panted. “Beg me like a good slut.” Molly shattered around me in a gripping explosion, and it was all I could do not to cum with her, but I couldn’t. I held back because I was nowhere near done with her. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock.”
“Grayson…”
Molly collapsed on my chest, her body a trembling mess, but if she thought she was getting a reprieve, she was wrong.
As our hearts beat against each other, I pulled my hips back, sliding out of her convulsing heat, and grabbing her by her hips, I pulled her up a bit, and settling her back in place, I reached down and lined my cock up against her ass.
Molly looked down at me, and it wasn’t a look of indecision on her face. “Grayson…” she moaned.
“Use that ass to ride my cock, baby.” I licked her cheek like an animal. “You know you want to.”
Taking a deep breath, Molly slid backwards, and let gravity help her work my cock up her ass. Slowly and steadily, she rocked back, swallowing me whole, inch by glorious fucking inch. And placing her hands on my chest again, she pushed herself up until she was sitting up, my cock lodged inside her hot, tight ass completely.
“Show me what you got, Molly,” I challenged. “Show me what that ass can do.”
Using my chest for leverage, Molly started bouncing up and down on my cock, and I could feel my eyes rolling towards the back of my head, the pleasure so intense.
