“Come, Jill. I want to feel this perfect pussy strangle my cock. Fucking soak me and squeeze the cum from my balls.” I strain for more power as I drop my head forward and watch where we connect, my thick shaft stretching that wet, swollen cunt wide. “I want my cum in your womb. Want it dripping out only so I can shove it right back in and keep it there fordays. Give that to me, baby. Rightnow!”
I lift my gaze just in time. The complete rapture in her expression would have been enough on its own, but when she yanks my head down and kisses me while she comes, I explode. One moment, I’m in this hotel room, and the next, I’m somewhere else. I’m floating, reality crumbling before I’m tossed back down. My pleasure is sharp and biting but stronger than I’ve ever felt.
“Take it,” I growl, unloading deep inside her fluttering walls.
By the time I’ve slowed, cum is already leaking from her and down my shaft, wasted on the sheets. Something animalistic snarls in my chest before I pull free and drop to my stomach with her legs over my shoulders. Jill whimpers when I glide my tongue up her swollen, red pussy. After a few more licks, she relaxes, sighing softly now.
“Grayson,” she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair. It’s gentle, more reassuring than an attempt to push me away. “You don’t have to . . .”
“Have to what? Clean you up? Yes, I do, baby. This is what you deserve.”
I spread her with my fingers and circle her entrance, keeping my eyes on her reaction. A slow trickle of cum meets my tongue before I press it inside, scooping it up only to push it back where I want it. Her lashes lower as she hums softly, scratching at my scalp. The muscles in her thighs quiver and strain, but she keeps them in place.
“You taste like heaven, Jill.Wedo.”
“I’ve never had anyone do that after sex,” she admits on a gasp.
“Good. This is only for me.”
Her chin dips before her eyes close. I let her, not needing her to watch me this time. Every dip of my tongue is rewarded with a soft, pleasured noise. Everything she’s giving me is more than enough. That’s why I keep going. I run my tongue through her slit to her clit and then gently suck. She rolls her head to the side and shakes, close already. I don’t stop until she’s coming again, soaking my mouth for a second time tonight.
With my lips wet, I kiss her inner thigh, wishing I’d left a few marks behind before devouring her. She shifts her hand to my neck and tugs, guiding me up her body. I go willingly, too desperate for her touch to dare rejecting it, even if I still haven’t gotten my fill of her.
“Did I hurt you?” I whisper once we’re face to face again.
“No.”
I nod, brushing my nose along her jaw before kissing the underside. “Good. How are your wrists?”
“I’m fine, Grayson. More than, actually.”
There’s nothing but honesty in her tone, so I choose to believe her. Despite everything she’s learned about me tonight, she’s still here, completely laxing in the bed we could share tonight. If she’ll have me, of course.
“We should shower,” I say, hovering above her, the tips of our noses touching.
Her lips quirk. “Is that your way of asking if I want to have a shower with you?”
“Would you say yes?”
“That depends.”
“On?” I ask, not bothering to hide my desperation.
Not after letting her stare into the face of it tonight.
“How good are you at washing hair? I think my muscles are too noodle-like to attempt that, and I’ve got so much hairspray in it right now.”
In a blink, I’m off the bed and reaching for her. I pull her relaxed, tired body into my arms and carry her through the room, grinning from ear to ear. She’s staring up at me with a similar smile, and that . . . that ruins me. I want to see this glitter in her eyes all the time and know that I’m the one who put it there.
“I’ve got a degree in hair washing,” I tell her while kicking the bathroom door wide open.
She reaches past my shoulder to flick the light on. “Oh? And where did you get that elusive degree?”
“How about I just prove my skills to you?”
“Mmm, I guess that could work,” she teases, already wiggling in my arms.
I set her down on her feet and reach into the shower to crank on the water. With my fingers beneath the stream, I wait for it to get hot before pulling back and twisting to face her. Of course, she’s still naked, but I fall frozen again, unable to keep from staring like a fool.
