Free Gray's Girl by Mina Carter

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    “Gray?”
    Nerves and excitement made her voice breathy. They couldn’t do it here, could they? Some of her worry must have shown in her face. He pressed a kiss to the soft curve of her hips as he eased the denim to the floor, lifting one foot then the other free of both jeans and her sandals until she stood in just her top and underwear.
    “Shh, don’t worry. Relax, let me make you feel good,” he murmured against her skin, his golden hair a sensual caress as he pushed up her top and kissed across her stomach. She tensed, sucking in a breath at the delicious torture of his kiss. She couldn’t look, the sight of his large, sun-darkened hands over her pale skin too erotic for words. Dropping her head back to the tile behind, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations instead.
    Deprived of sight, those sensations all but overwhelmed her. The warm wash of his breath over her skin, the prickle of his stubble, the strength in his fingers as he curled them into the sides of her thong underwear and slowly began to drag them down her legs. Slow, so slow. Giving her plenty of time to protest if she wanted to.
    A sound of pleasure rumbled through the small space in the cubicle when she didn’t. He didn’t bother sliding them off as he had her jeans, instead pulling one foot free and urging her to lift it to the seat. The change in position parted her thighs, and a large hand on the inside of her raised leg urged them wider.
    Heat hit her cheeks as he knelt in front of her, a soft curse falling from his lips as her pussy was revealed to him. She was wet; she knew she was wet. Her panties had been soaked from the moment he’d ordered her to come to him.
    “Beautiful, just…beautiful.”
    He leaned in, the width of his shoulders forcing her legs further apart. The first wash of his breath over her wet pussy lips stole her ability to breath. Anticipation held her frozen as he parted her with gentle fingers, and then with the softest touch, swept his warm tongue over her.
    “Ohhh.”
    She scrabbled for something, anything to hold onto, finding the pegs above her head and latching onto them like they were a lifeline. He found her clit.
    A triumphant rumble rolled through his chest as he laved his tongue over it, then pulled it into the warm cavern of his mouth and sucked.
    Hard pleasure exploded through her body, with starbursts behind her eyes as he nibbled and sucked, alternating teasing her clit with long sweeps of his tongue from her slit and back up again to start the cycle all over again. She whimpered and held on, trying to stay still for him, trying not to buck her hips, riding the delicious sensations his clever tongue teased from her body.
    He licked again, flicking his tongue rapidly over her in butterfly movements. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and the wet silk of her arousal slipped from her to coat her lower lips. He growled in approval, both hands cupping her backside as he moved down. Her sharp gasp filled the air as he drove his tongue deep inside her, another growl rumbling through his broad chest as he feasted on her cream like a starving man at a banquet.
    Arousal tightened every muscle, even as pleasure made her boneless, the two making a battleground of her body as she was torn between them. Her pussy clenched at the penetration, need and disappointment filling her as he moved back up, only to be swept away by his mouth closing over her clit again. God, she needed him. Needed this, more than this. She needed more…
    As though he could read her mind, he moved. A long, low moan of pleasure left her lips on an exhale as he slid a thick, long finger into her slick channel. Greedily, her pussy clenched around it, the shudder going from her head right down to her toes.
    “You like that?”
    Each word was whispered against her hypersensitive clit, threatening to send her up to fresh heights. She bit her lip, nodding as he pulled back and thrust in again. In, out, in…her world was