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I moan right back into the kiss. Fuck, he feels so fucking good. So, so tight and so hot, his body clenching around me.

“Move, baby,” he groans before taking my mouth again, slipping his tongue past my lips. My cock jerks at the gentle command in his voice, and I listen without thought. Just like always. No thoughts. Just Gray.

Keeping one hand in my hair, he slides the other down my back until he’s cupping my ass, and then he’s using his grip to urge me along, controlling my movements as I fuck into him.

Only fucking doesn’t feel like the right word because he’s moaning softly and breathing heavily, and I’m pretty sure I am too, and it’s much slower than I thought it would be, and he’s being so fucking sweet.

Our kisses are gentle, and the rock of my hips is too. It’s perfect. Each clench around me sends me closer to the edge, and each moan I drag out of him makes more arousal pool in my lower stomach.

It’s not long before I’m teetering on the edge of orgasm, fighting my body for control. I’m losing, by the way. No surprise. He just feels too fucking good. He’s milking my cock and controlling my thrusts, his blunt nails digging into my ass cheek.

I break our kiss. “Put your fingers inside me.”

Gray’s eyes find mine, and then he’s reaching for the lube, wetting his fingers and pressing them to my hole. “Like this, pretty boy? You want me to fill you while you’re fucking me?”

I let my head fall to his shoulder as I nod.

He pushes in with two, and I hiss at the burn, my hips twitching as he works them in and out of me, matching my pace.

I’m gonna come so fast like this.

“That’s okay, baby. Come for me.”

I didn’t realize I said the words, but I must have. Gray finds my prostate, rubbing over it as my hips go jerky and I lose control, gasping against his sweat-slick skin as my cock jerks and my orgasm slams into me.

It’s blinding, and little spots dance behind my closed eyes. The way he’s clenching around my cock and massaging my prostate at the same time has my orgasm going on and on and fucking on.

I hate that I didn’t make him come, though.

When I slump against him, he pulls his fingers out of me. Aftershocks rock through me, and I can feel his cock pulsing against my stomach.

He hisses when I pull out, and I slide down his body, pushing three fingers into his hole. He’s sloppy and wet with lube and cum, and I swear I could get hard again.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and he guides my head to his swollen cock. I open my mouth, letting him move me how he wants me.

I rub against his prostate as he fucks up into my mouth, and all it takes is three pumps of his hips before he’s groaning and spilling down my throat.

“Jesus,” he groans, his body going slack against the bed. “We’re doing that again.”

I can’t help but laugh. “For sure,” I croak out.

“Come here, pretty boy. I wanna cuddle you to sleep.”

Letting my fingers slip out of him, I watch the trail of my cum leak out onto the bed. “That’s hot, husband,” I breathe.

He hums. “We can talk about how hot it is when we wake up. C’mere.”

I think he’s going to regret falling asleep like this, but I’m too fucked out and tired to argue with him, so I crawl up his body and collapse against him.

Wrapping me up in his arms, he hums, burying his face in my hair. Snuggling deeper, I close my eyes, letting the feeling of his warm, solid body drag me under in seconds.

Chapter 29

Grayson

“Do you think we should have a real wedding?”

I glance at Harlow in time to watch him shimmy into his jeans. Our wedding reception is today, and I can’t even express how fucking happy I am that it’s going to be an actual celebration and not a total nightmare.