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I wrap my fingers in her hair and pull her off, and she pouts up at me. I tap her bottom lip. “Stop looking at me like that. You can wrap those pretty lips around me another time. Right now, I need to be inside you when I come. I’ve been dying to find out exactly how you feel.”
She turns around, climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees. I groan at the sight of her gorgeous ass in the air. I’m reaching out to squeeze her cheeks before I can second-guess it.
“This fucking ass,” I say as I run my hands across her skin.
Kylie looks over her shoulder at me. “I need you inside me, Gray.”
“I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. What about a condom?”
“I haven’t had sex since Peanut came into the picture, and I’ve had all the tests done since then. I want to feel you bare.”
I drop my forehead to Kylie’s spine with a groan. Going bare with her will take more control than I’m confident I have to not shoot off immediately. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years.”
“Fuck me, Grayson. Right now.”
I slap her ass, making her cry out. “Demanding little thing.”
Gripping her hips, I pull her back to line my cock up with her entrance. Even just that is enough to make my head practically explode.
Kylie pushes backward, forcing me inside her, and it’s too much for me to handle. I thrust, shoving myself as deep as I can go.
“Fucking Christ,” I groan as Kylie moans. I start up a rhythm until I finally bottom out, my hips smacking against her ass. The filthy slap fills my bedroom, creating a soundtrack I’m going to play back over and over again. I’ll be hearing it in my dreams for the rest of my life.
I’m riding the edge of my orgasm, not ready for this to be over yet, and I need Kylie to get there first.
Gripping her hair, I lift her so her back is against my chest. I reach around with my other hand to strum her clit.
Kylie gasps, her hips bucking back against me and grinding on my fingers.
“Come on my cock, Mama. I need to feel your pussy tightening around me before I paint your insides with my cum.”
“Oh, fuck. Gray.” Her head drops back onto my shoulder as her body finally succumbs to the pleasure I’m forcing on it.
Her walls milk my cock for everything I have to give and then some. I’m shaking, my body vibrating with the force of my orgasm.
I’ve never come this hard in my entire life.
It’s fucking everything. She’s everything.
We collapse onto the bed, neither of our bodies able to hold us up any longer. I slide my palm across her side, needing to keep the connection because I’m terrified that she’ll disappear if I stop touching her.
When her gaze meets mine, the impact is like a punch to my chest. I just had sex with my best fucking friend. The woman I’ve been in love with my entire life.
I try to find any regret in her eyes, anything to say she’s having second thoughts.
But she’s looking at me like I hung the moon, and I swear I’ll never stop trying to earn that trust.
Chapter Nineteen
The Silver-Haired Daddies
Emmett
Grayson, can you please change the name of the group chat?
Holt
Seconded. It’s making me uncomfortable.
