“Tell me.” He thrust into me.
“I want you to come in my ass,” I gasped out.
“Fuck, Lexi.” He took me with a series of long, slow thrusts then sped up, his hips jerking, his cock filling me.
It was nothing like the first time. It was headier, like being taken to the top of the highest roller coaster then hurtling down at top speed.
“I’m going—I need—” I cried out his name as I came, moaning as he continued to take me, take his pleasure from my body.
Grayson reached forward to grab my hair, twisting my head back.
“I’ve thought about this all week,” he hissed. He was taking me with abandon now.
I felt my legs seize up. His hand was back between my legs, stroking me while I twisted against him. I let out a loud, high-pitched scream of pleasure as I came again.
Then I felt him explode in me, filling me with hot cum. He thrust in me, erratically wringing that last bit of pleasure from my body.
Grayson withdrew slowly, making me moan, then dropped me on the bed. He grabbed my jaw and kissed me roughly.
“You’re such a good little fuck.”
I sprawled on his comforter completely unable to move.
I am a jellyfish.
I heard his bare feet cross the floor. Then come back.
“Lexi.” He shook me.
“Lexi? Lexi!” He grabbed my arm, a tinge of panic in his voice. “Oh no, I’m sorry, Lexi.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
I had to really force myself to turn my head. Grayson looked distressed.
“Now, I’m just an inexperienced virgin, but you really ruin the mystique if you apologize immediately after giving someone the sexy ride of a lifetime.”
He gave me a look of wonder or surprise, then he kissed me long and slow.
“I’m obsessed with you,” he said, releasing me.
“Oh.” I pursed my mouth. “Yeah, that’s going to be a problem.”
“Who is he?” Grayson bared his teeth.
“Oh, heck no.” I sat up. “I will not stand for this hypocrisy. I am not going to be your mistress and help you cheat. However, if I were that type of person, I would not think it was fair for you to be getting some on the side while you’re parading your corporate girlfriend about. If you get a harem, I get a harem.”
I crossed my arms.
“I don’t want a harem,” Grayson yelled, nostrils flaring.
“Oops. Poor word choice. This is not about your admittedly freaky childhood situation.”
“It was not freaky. It was fucked-up,” he said flatly.
“Fine.”
“Say it,” he insisted.
