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He fisted his hands in my hair and thrust into my mouth. The position made it easy for him to go deep and to really fuck me.

I gagged, but he didn’t stop. I swallowed around him, and after fighting for a few seconds, I managed to relax and let him have what he needed.

I held my mouth open, letting him slide over my tongue. I was so hard. If he kept doing this, I was going to come in my pants. I slipped a hand under my waistband.

“No.” He pulled out and slid his hands under my shoulders. “Get up. I want you on your knees.”

I rolled to my side and slid from the counter. It was a good thing he didn’t expect me to stand. I didn’t think my legs would hold me up. When I was kneeling in front of him, I reached for him, trying to pull him to me.

“Hands behind your back.”

I looked up at him as a shiver of fear ran through me. “I don’t—”

“Do it.”

I did. I wasn’t sure if I could keep my balance in that position, but Grant had a firm grip on me. I clasped my hands together and focused on the feel of him surging forward and filling my mouth.

Just when I was ready to fight for air, he pulled out, giving me time to take a few deep breaths. “You ready for all of it?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed in and kept going, pulling my head against him until my nose was buried in the hair at the base of his shaft.

I tried to relax, but it was too much. I struggled, fighting him, but he held me there for another moment before letting me go. He held onto my shoulders to keep me from falling as I wheezed and struggled to get enough air.

Being forced like that had been terrifying, but it had also been hot as hell. I was sure all he’d have to do was touch my cock, and I would go off.

When I’d gotten my breath as well as I could, he stroked my cheek.

“You’re just what I need.”

“I…”

“Open up. I’m going to come down your throat now, and you’re going to swallow it all.”

“Oh my God.”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, lips all puffy, face all wet. You want my come, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Such a good boy.”

He thrust back into me, making me sputter, but I took it. He fucked me relentlessly, and I loved every second of it. When he groaned, tensed, and started shooting his cum down my throat, it was more than I could take. I felt my cock pulse and knew I was making a mess of my pants. I relaxed utterly then, letting pleasure take me as he used me until he’d drained himself dry.

He pulled out, dropped to the floor, and kissed me, swirling his tongue in my mouth, obviously loving the taste of himself on me. When he sat back, he cupped my face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Very.” He smiled and began to pull me to him. “I’m a mess.”

“I like you messy.”

When he folded me in his arms, it was like all the emotions he’d stirred in me chose that moment to come to a head. One moment, I was confused and dizzy, and the next, I was crying, soaking his t-shirt. What the hell was wrong with me? He’d just fulfilled so many of my fantasies, and I was sobbing all over him.

Grant tightened his grip on me. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“I… I don’t… I don’t know why—”

“You don’t need to understand, just let it out.”


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