Page 158 of Just for the Cameras
“Shit,” he whispers, spanking me again.
And again.
And again.
He smooths his hand over the red mark every time, then does it again until I’m panting, my body shaking as I can feel myself ready to break into a full-out sweat from how turned on I am, how full. I need friction in order to finish off but he’s not giving me that.
“Fuck me,” I groan. “Fuck me, Graydon. I need more.”
He pulls out all the way, causing me to feel such a great loss as he rubs his cock along the crack of my ass, giving himself some friction but leaving me hanging.
“Graydon, please.”
He leans forward over my body, bringing one of his hands to my chest, and starts playing with my nipple. He kisses my shoulder and neck, thenyanks my head to the side, where he finds my lips. He makes out with me for a moment before moving back to the curve of my shoulder and neck. His teeth bite down on me while he sucks, and I know it’s going to leave a mark. It’s something I will have to cover up tomorrow, but I don’t care because I want him marking me.
Claiming me.
His mouth trails back down my body again. His lips press against the curve of my ass while he pinches my nipple until I’m panting, about to come just from the torture he’s putting me through.
When he finally pulls back, lines up with my center, and pushes into me, I cry out his name before he starts pounding into me, his hips flying at a rapid pace while he grips my waist, hoisting me up higher for a better angle. My forearms rest against the mattress, anchoring me as they’re the only part of me touching the bed now that he’s holding me captive, taking charge and fucking me to the point that I can practically feel him in my throat from how deep he’s going.
“Fuck, Graydon. Oh my God, so deep.”
“So goddamn tight,” he groans, his pace picking up as he feels me starting to tighten.
“Oh God, yes, yes, Graydon…oh, I’m…I’m going to come.” My body tightens, my pussy clenches around him, and with a few more thrusts, I’m moaning so loud that I know every single one of my neighbors can hear me. But I don’t care because it’s the most delicious, mind-bending feeling.
“Fucking shit!” He pulses a few more times, then stills as he yells, “Fuck,” and comes inside me, his fingers digging into my skin. “Jesus…Christ.” He lightly pulses a few more times, then lowers me to the bed before kissing between my shoulder blades for a few seconds.
When he lifts away, he goes to the bathroom, where I assume he’s taking care of his condom.
When he comes back into the room, he flips me to my back, picks me up, and brings me to the head of the bed. He lies down with me, hisback to the mattress and my chest to his, and I rest my head in the crook of his neck.
His hand lazily drags up and down my back as we both catch our breath, my mind still trying to comprehend what I have just experienced.
With Hardy, it was always good, but it felt like something was missing.
With Graydon, I know what that something was—this deep pull I feel whenever he’s around. It’s like we were bound to be connected from the moment we first met, and now that we’ve finally given in, the missing puzzle piece in my life has finally connected.
He kisses the top of my head and lets out a deep breath.
After a few seconds, he says, “I really like you, Maple.”
I chuckle because, yeah, I could tell. “I like you too.”
He lifts my chin so I have to look him in the eyes. “And I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you. I promise that will never happen again. You are mine to protect, mine to keep, and I’m not going to fuck that up.”
His words, a whisper of a promise coming off his tongue, cover me like a warm blanket because I believe him.
“Thank you,” I say as I lean forward and kiss him.
He sighs into the connection, his hand sliding down to my ass before I pull away and rest my head back on his chest, completely and utterly content.
CHAPTER 30
GRAYDON
So this is what happinessfeels like.
