His breath felt hot, and I instinctively pressed my ear to his lips.
Which he kissed.
“So instead of sending my lawyer, I figured I’d come to see you myself. Because I needed to see you again, Michelle. Despite everything, I couldn’t go another second without seeing you.”
I was angry at him. Angier than I’d ever felt in my entire life. But his words had an unexpected effect on me I couldn’t deny. I felt the hardness of his cock pressed against my ass. I felt the heat of his body penetrating my clothes and wafting over my skin. I had to be strong. I couldn’t give in to him.
I couldn’t give him the upper hand.
“I can’t do this with you anymore, Gray,” I said.
I turned around to face him, and his hands dropped to my wrists. He pinned them above my head and pressed his knee between my legs. My eyes widened and I looked up into his eyes. Watching the lust and the desire and the raw passion flood his gaze.
Then, he paused.
“I can’t help myself around you, and I don’t know why,” he said.
The desperation in his eyes almost hurt. But it was enough to prove to me that the kind, considerate man he’d once showed me was still there. Something inside me snapped, and my want for him took over. I crashed my lips into his, sucking on his lower lip and physically tugging his face closer to mine.
And I felt him succumb to me.
His hands slid down my arms and I fisted his shirt. Ripping at the seams and popping stitches as we rid one another of our clothing. My nails raked along his skin. I slammed my fists into his chest. I pushed him down onto the bed and he wrapped his arms around me, rolling me onto my back before he captured my lips again. He pulled my hair until I cried out, both in pain and in pleasure. He bit into every part of me, marking me as his while his precum painted the inside of my naked thigh.
I hated him and loved him at the same time. In the same moment. Frustrated and begging for more, all in the same second.
“Damn it, Gray. Why are you such an asshole?” I asked.
I rolled him back over and captured his cock with my pussy lips. I pressed him into me, watching as he bit down onto his lower lip. I curled my nails into his chest. I bounced on his hips as fear and fury coursed through my veins. His eyes rolled back as he fisted my hips, slamming up into me and bouncing my tits for his viewing pleasure. I leaned over and smothered him with them. Pressing my tits onto his face. He moved his head back and forth, nipping and sucking and sending me into a feeding frenzy as goosebumps rushed along my skin.
And the second I felt as if I was going to pop, he stopped.
“Oh no. Not this again,” I said. “You aren’t doing this to me again.”
I tried to keep rolling my hips, but he was too strong. He lifted me off his hips and tossed me onto the bed as if I was a rag doll. He fisted my hair and drew up my hips, then slammed back into me without a second thought. I cried out for him. I cried out for mercy and I yelled out for more. I fisted the sheets of the bed and bucked back into him, slapping my ass against his pelvis as his balls smacked my clit. I dripped down his cock. I allowed him to fill me in all the ways I had missed.
I hated him.
And yet, I felt like I was home with him.
My toes curled and my jaw unhinged. He pounded into me with a fury that unleashed for something akin to a rabid animal. He released my hair and I fell to the bed, feeling his teeth sink into my shoulder. His sweating chest pressed into my back and I felt his heart soaring. Humming so fast I couldn’t even count the beats against my skin any longer. He smoothed his hands over my arms. Laced our fingers together before raising back up. He pulled my arms back until I was upright against him, his cock sheathed within me and his arms wrapped around my waist.
He slowed to a painful pace as my body begged for release. Then, he pressed small kisses against my shoulder. Directly in the spots he had bruised with his teeth.
I reached my hand back and threaded it through his hair. Feeling his soft tendrils becoming wet with his sweat. I rolled into his cock. I stroked him with my fluttering pussy. I drew in his scent as my eyes rolled back, feeling his hands cup and massage my aching breasts.
“I didn’t mean to do this to you,” I said breathlessly.
I felt him stop his movements as his lips pulled away from my body. I thought that was it. I thought he’d get his, remove his cock from my body, and leave again. Leave me there to stew in his juices while he flew back to Napa Valley and forgot all about me again.
But instead, he pulled out and turned me around in his arms before we both fell back to the bed. And when he slid back into me and rolled me onto my back, his eyes connected with mine.
I could’ve sworn I saw pain in them. Just the smallest ounce of ache.
Chapter 15
Grayson
I slid into her and gazed into her eyes, trying to tame the animal inside of me. But I’d lost control of everything. My senses. My faculties. My drive to resist her. What started out as a slow rocking against her beautiful form quickly devolved into pinning her wrists down. Into suckling on her lower lip until she begged for me to stop. Into devouring the insides of her cheek with my tongue while her legs wrapped around me. Her hips rolled into mine. Her pussy pumped and pulled me deeper than I had ever been before. I relished her warmth. Her softness. Her pliability. Michelle rolled against me, capturing my cock with her body again and again until there was nothing left of myself but my want to claim her.