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lips. Grayson raised an eyebrow.
    “Do you want this?” he asked with his pants low on his hips. Her mouth watered at the incredible V men created when they developed their abdominal muscles. She loved it, and Grayson displayed no excess of flesh anywhere.
    “I don’t know yet,” she sassed, and he made a clicking sound with his tongue at the roof of his mouth. The pants dropped to the floor, but he took his time lowering his boxers. Desperate longing took hold with each inch of his thick cock uncovered. His shaft went on forever. At least that’s what it seemed like, but then the head popped into view. She judged him to be eight delicious inches. “Oh, hell yes.”
    He grinned. “I thought so.”
    When he climbed onto the bed, he was naked, and she wanted him to stay that way from now on. The ridiculous thought, along with all others, left her mind from the second he touched his cock head to her entrance. He captured her chin and raised it just as he pushed in, and her cry at the tight, wonderful fit was lost in his mouth as he kissed her. She curled her tongue with his, and he drove deep inside her. Her fingers spasmed on his back, her nails scraping his skin. His full weight came down on her, crushing her into the bed, and she welcomed it, desperately wanting more.
    “Lock your heels over my ass,” he commanded. She did as he asked, and they moved together in a rhythm that escalated her bliss to the rooftops.
    “Faster,” she pleaded, but he refused to be rushed. He took her slow, driving in until he could go no farther and then pulling out. Her core muscles clenched, and she tried to push him harder. He leaned up and wrapped a hand around her throat. The touch was controlling but not painful in the least. She felt like she was at his mercy and loved it. A shudder ravaged her body.
    “Easy, baby,” he whispered. “If I take you harder, I’ll hurt you. I’m not going to do that.”
    She groaned. “I’m so hot, Gray.”
    He kissed her lips. “I know. Turn over. I will take you doggy style, and that way I can give it to you harder.”
    She almost squealed with delight, and when he let up, she flipped to her stomach. He arranged a pillow beneath her hips, which drove her ass in the air. He paused long enough to admire it and squeezed the rounded flesh before giving it a slap. She liked her butt, and the men she’d dated did as well. The look of desire on Grayson’s face made her glad she was built that way.
    He plunged into her wet pussy and pounded until she screamed. She couldn’t get enough. The sensations grew intense until she had to grip the edge of the mattress and clench her teeth together to keep from shouting down the hotel. Grayson crushed her beneath his weight, a hand on either side of her hips. She looked back to enjoy the view of his thrusts and the bliss in his expression.
    “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Don’t ever stop.”
    He leaned low over her and kissed her. She gave herself up to his tongue exploring her mouth, sucked his in return, and rocked her hips with his. They came together over and over until she felt ready to burst. Grayson wrapped an arm around her waist, tugged her upward, and slammed his cock home. She lost the ability to make sound as a second orgasm raged through her. Grayson followed close behind, releasing his hot seed into her pussy.
    He finished and pulled out then rolled over to his back. She examined his shaft, softer, dripping with come, but still so big, and wondered if he could go again with a bit of rest.
    He must have read her mind because he met her gaze a moment later with his own. “Are you too sore for more?”
    Her jaw went slack. “Um, not at all.”
    He caught a lock of her hair and bent to smell it. The simple move drew her into his arms, and he held her tight to his chest. She flattened her palms against his skin and traced the contours. Excitement brewed. She ran her foot up and down his leg, and he moved his hand to her ass.
    “You’re