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I leaned in and took it in my mouth all the way, feeling it harden all at once right there on my tongue.
“God, what am I going to do with you, Andrew?” Gray said, his voice low.
At the same time, his hand found its way to my wet hair and he gripped it in his fingers, giving it a tug.
I slid up and down his cock as it hardened fully. He smelled so clean and fresh from the shower but still also likehimself, which I was getting hopelessly addicted to.
I popped my mouth off, lapping my tongue along the underside of the tip before looking up at him.
“I mean it,” I told him. “Anytime. I’m not lying, and I’m not trying to getridof you?—”
“I know you like my cock.”
“I likeyou.”
His eyes widened, almost imperceptibly.
But I could see the raw surprise in his eyes.
“Ireally fucking like you, Gray.”
He shoved the tip of his cock up against my lips to stop me from talking.
Like he couldn’t handle me being real with him.
And all he wanted was something raw.
Physical.
As always.
He tilted his head to one side as he looked down at me, and I held eye contact with him as I took him deep into my throat.
I reached up and dug my fingers into his hips as I sucked him off.
You want physical?
You can get that, too.
I wasn’t wasting any time.
I wanted him to come, and I was going to prove it to him. I sucked hard and fast, increasing the pressure.
“You’re trying to prove something to me, Peachel,” he murmured, and already I could hear in his voice that he was getting close.
I deep-throated him and he cursed under his breath. When I pulled back again he started to buck his hips forward in rhythm with my movements.
I popped off again just to tell him one thing.
“You think I’m not yours? Fuck my mouth like I am anyway,” I told him. “Come on my tongue because I want it. I don’t want to go a day without it?—”
He slipped back into my mouth and bucked forward.
“I’m close,” he warned. “Don’t stop.”
It felt like my only mission.
The thing about everything I said to Gray was that it was alltrue.
