Page 86 of Lessons In Grey

He shook his head. “Not even close. Come on, Snowflake, you can take it. You can take all of it.”

I swallowed, feeling him spread me a little more, giving him a better angle.

I whimpered as he slid another inch of himself into me, filling me in ways I hadn’t honestly believed were possible.

He set me back on the table, and I leaned back on one hand, pain shooting up my arm as the other hand remained around the back of his neck.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.

I was seeing spots.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me, baby. A little more, you can do it. Do it for me. Open yourself up to me like the good girl you are.”

I forced myself to relax.

His eyes lifted to mine, and he smiled, pushing himself in the rest of the way.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my nails digging into the back of his neck.

Grey stopped and we both sat in silence, our racing hearts and panting breaths the only thing filling the room as I got used to the size of him. He didn’t have impossible length, nothing insane, it was all girth. He was fucking perfect.

Grey slid his hands around my hips, pinning me down, his eyes locking with mine for only a moment before he slid out to the very tip and slid back in.

His motions were slow at first. Slow and deep, sensual, his eye contact so intense, I felt like I was baring my soul to him. I felt as if he could see every single broken and shattered piece of my blackened mind and it only made him feral for more.

He sped up, slowly becoming more aggressive. Faster, slamming into me so hard, my overwhelming arousal was clear as the sound filled the space fully.

His grunts and growls filled every corner of my mind as my moans echoed around us. He was hitting that spot with each and every thrust due to the way I was sitting, and fuck, if I wasn’t high off his goddamn everything.

I felt my undoing again, but I needed him closer. I needed to feel him as I came undone around him.

I pulled myself up, lifting myself up around his hips, wrapping myself tightly around him as he wrapped himself around me and kept going, his forehead pressed into mine.

“Are you going to cum for me again, Snowflake?”

I nodded, biting my lip as the feeling grew. “Are you?”

He grunted. “Beg me for it. Beg me to cum for you. You and only you. Beg me,” he growled.

I constricted around him, feeling myself right about to tip over the edge. “Please,” I half whimpered just as it exploded through me. “Fuck, Grey,” I cried, tightening around him, my fingers digging into his flesh. “Let me be your undoing.”

He kept going, harder, faster, until every muscle under his skin contracted against mine. “Oh fuck, Emily,” he cursed, letting go inside of me. He kept going, a few more pumps, as if he had to make sure every ounce of him was so deep within me, it would never come out.

I fell around his shoulders, my body going limp, every piece of me sore as his hands eased around mythighs, his body shuddering against mine.

My head fell against his shoulder as he tilted his own to one side, kissing my head. I was suddenly exhausted.

He kissed me again. “I’m going to put you in bed, okay?” he said, already turning around. “And then I’m going to get you some water, and you will drink all of it.”

I nodded, curling around him, still connected, his cock resting inside of me as if that’s where it would live for the rest of our days.

I was fine with that. Fuck, I was already ready to go another round, but the yawn fighting to crack through my jaw told a different story.

I could barely keep my eyes open as he carried me to my bed and gently kicked back the covers before laying me down.

I gasped when he finally slid out of me, curling into myself as he pulled the blankets over me, kissed my head, and straightened.

I couldn’t help but take all of him in from head to toe, his pants resting low on his hips, the proof of what just happened still dripping from his twitching cock.