Fall Into You (Morally Gray Book 2)

Judging by the sudden pained expression on his face, Cole is only saying I can call him Sir for my benefit, but it’s an ick for him. Since this night is all about good vibes, I don’t want to ruin anything for either of us.

“You know what? I changed my mind. I don’t want to make it too complicated. Just dick me down without any titles.”

His stormy eyes regard me seriously for a moment. “You really have a way with words, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” I slide his erection between my lips and flutter my lashes at him.

A slow grin takes over his mouth, transforming those full lips into something beautiful and dangerous that makes me euphoric.

Yes—that’s it. This feeling he gives me…

It’s euphoria.

Without warning, he grabs me by my armpits, lifts me and tosses me onto the bed, and growls, “On your hands and knees, beautiful.”

I roll over and scramble into position so fast, it’s a miracle I don’t sprain something.

I hear foil rip. Then strong hands close around my hips, gripping them hard. Cole shoves his erection inside me, pulling me back against his body at the same time he thrusts forward. I groan in pure pleasure. He must enjoy that, because he starts to fuck me hard and deep, grunting in satisfaction.

Then he slides a hand around and between my legs, finding my throbbing clit and pinching it.

“So slippery,” he whispers as I moan. “Slippery and swollen. You feel so good, baby. This pretty wet cunt is so perfect, I’m gonna fuck it all night long.”

Unable to hold myself up any longer, I collapse facedown onto the mattress as he continues to thrust into me. Making fists in the sheets, I close my eyes and spread my legs wider, meeting his every thrust with a jerk of my hips.

He croons something. Praise or filth, I don’t know. The words are lost under the crashing of my heartbeat and the moans slipping from my throat. All that remains is the deep, soothing sound of his voice. It washes over me, cooling my burning skin and sliding through all the brittle cracks Chet left inside me, filling those barren, empty spaces with fields of colorful wildflowers and sparkling waterfalls that quench the dark desert of my heart and turn it into a verdant paradise.

My chest grows tight. My throat closes. Suddenly—shit—I’m fighting the urge to cry.

I don’t know how, but Cole senses it. He slows his thrusts, then stops altogether, leaning over to plant his forearm beside my head.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, nuzzling my ear. “You okay?”

I say yes, but it means no. And he must have a lot of experience with women, because he knows. Without withdrawing from my body, he carefully takes us down to the mattress, curves his strong body around mine, and gathers me into his arms.

His mouth against my neck, he says softly, “Tell me what you need.”

Chet was never this sensitive. This giving. This wonderful.

Eyes watering, I inhale a hitching breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin this.”

“You’re not ruining anything.”

“I’m sure this isn’t what you imagined when I propositioned you.”

“Which part?”

“Me being all weepy.”

His tone turns conversational. “I know it’s due to my sexual prowess. I’ve been told it’s overwhelming.”

Despite the tightness in my chest, I manage a chuckle. “Your arrogance is overwhelming, that’s for sure.”

He gives me a squeeze and kisses my neck. His tone turns teasing. “Tell the truth. My dick is so glorious, you wanted to burst into tears of joy the moment you saw it.”

“What kind of man calls his dick glorious? I think you’re the one who’s been reading too many romance novels.”

He whispers, “Admit it. It’s beautiful. You want to build it a shrine.”

“For God’s sake.”

“And burn incense sticks in those little gold holders. And lay fruit and flowers all around the base as you chant it a reverent song.”

“Wow. Whatever you’ve been smoking, I want some.”

He peppers my neck with soft kisses, working his way down to my shoulder where he bites me gently. “I’m just high on you.”

The sweetness of that sentiment takes my breath away. After a moment, I clear my throat of the frog in it. “That’s a lyric from a song.”

“Probably. I mean it, though.”

I must be out of my mind, because I believe him. Heaving a big sigh, I close my eyes and turn my cheek to his shoulder. He strokes his hand down my arm, then squeezes my hip. There’s a moment of contemplative silence, then he says, “We can stop now if you want.”

My eyes fly open. “Are you kidding? No way! I’m not letting one stupid little weepy moment get in the way of the best dick of my life!”

His chest shakes with silent laughter. When he’s composed himself, he says seriously, “You should work for Hallmark. That would make an incredible greeting card.”

Then he flexes his hips, pushing deeper inside me.