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“Are you ready?” I ask, pressing my thumb to his hole, unable to keep myself from touching him.

Blue eyes latch onto mine. “So ready.”

Chapter 20

Harlow

So ready might be an understatement.

I was ready in the driveway. Now I’m on fire. Burning from the inside out. More want than man. All I can think about is Gray. The way his dark hair is falling over his forehead. The way his lips parted softly when he slid his fingers into me.

I want him. I need him. I can’t wait much longer.

No one has ever gotten me this close just from prepping me.

I wasn’t lying. I can come hands-free, but it’s rare. It’s even more rare that just the brush of fingers over my prostate has me so close to the edge. I’m pretty sure that Gray could breathe on my cock, and I’d come in his face like some kind of virgin.

Ugh. Even that visual is too hot for me to think about.

“If you don’t hurry…”

Gray’s face fills my vision. “If I don’t hurry?” He notches his cock against my hole. “What are you gonna do about it, pretty boy? Whine?”

I pout. “I might. Will it get me what I want?”

With a low chuckle, he presses forward, sinking the head of his cock into me. Fuck, he’s so big. It kinda takes my breath away a little, and I inhale sharply, thankful when Gray pauses.

After a few seconds, he pushes in a little deeper. So fucking good. So full. So everything. “More,” I rasp.

Grayson drops his forehead to mine, exhaling roughly.

Rolling his hips, he sinks deeper and deeper until he bottoms out. I’m pretty sure he’s buried somewhere in my stomach, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been this fucking full in my entire life.

I’m glad he used four fingers.

“Move,” I grit out, my breath punching out of me when he listens immediately.

For some reason, I was prepared for something quick. I thought maybe he’d fuck into me roughly. Thought he’d work us both into a frenzy and it would be over within minutes.

If the way he’s rolling his hips and rocking into me is any indication, that’s not gonna happen.

He’s going so slow that I can feel every inch of his cock as it brushes along my prostate. Whimpers spill from my lips as I clutch his back, fingers slipping against his sweat-slick skin.

I’ve never been fucked like this in my entire life.

“More, pretty boy?” he breathes, brushing his lips over mine.

Ugh, that fucking nickname. I can’t believe how much I like that. I’m pretty sure I can’t talk. Everything is too overwhelming. Each thrust has my toes curling, and each pass of his cock over my prostate sends a bolt of lightning to my cock. Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.

Tingles start in my fingers and spread up my arms when Gray tilts his head and seals his lips over mine. Slipping his tongue past my lips, he explores my mouth in the same slow way he’s taking me apart.

This is everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.

If this is how Gray fucks, my whore cock certainly knew a few things I didn’t.

“Look at you, Harlow,” he breathes, breaking away from our kiss. For the best, really. I’m so focused on not blowing that I can’t even kiss him back right. “I love how you whimper and whine. It’s so fucking hot. Does that feel good?”

I whimper again, from his words but also from how deep his cock is. I’ve never considered myself a size queen, but fuckity fuck. Maybe I don’t want to top Gray after all. Not if being fucked by him feels this good.