Bedtime story

Grayson stills over me with one thick hand pinning both my wrists above my head. His cock bobs fat between us, already leaking against my belly. "Look at you," he smirks, voice low and dirty, "all spread out like you’ve been waiting all night." Before I can answer he slides two slick fingers inside me, knuckles twisting, curling right where I want them. The stretch burns sweet. His thumb rubs my clit in lazy circles while his grin grows wider. "Tight little hole, begging to be split." He pulls the fingers out and slaps my thigh, hard. "Flip." I roll onto my stomach and he hauls my hips up, knees spread wide. My face stays buried in the sheets, ass high. Grayson lines himself up, the blunt head pushing hard and steady until he pops past the ring and sinks balls-deep in one long thrust. I choke on a moan. He doesn’t wait, just starts pounding, heavy balls swinging, wet sounds slapping the room. Every time he bottoms out the bed frame rattles. He leans over, teeth at my ear. "Told you I’d fuck that attitude right out of you." His hips snap faster. Sweat drips off his chest onto my back. One big hand snakes under me, grips my cock, starts jerking in sync with each thrust. I can feel myself squeeze around him, close already, moaning his name like it’s the only word left in my head.