Torn Between Two Men *Gruvia✔️

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His hand traveled towards my dripping, wet womanhood and his index finger lightly rubbed my sensitive clit. I moaned loudly with pure pleasure.

"Shit, you're crazy wet Juvia." He whispered seductively. His voice is so sexy I think I'm gonna climax. "Let's skip the foreplay, I really can't hold it in anymore." He continued. He quickly stripped the last clothing in his body, finally showing his proud member, lifted my left leg and parted my legs. He first rubbed his shaft against my wet opening, covering him with my dripping juices. And then without any warning, he quickly slid his hard cock deep inside me, filling me up. "Fuck! Still so tight Juvia!" he growled. Not bothering to start slow, his fast thrusting is already sending me in an unbelievable euphoria.

"Gray . . .! Oh my God Gray!" I keep on moaning and chanting Gray's name endlessly as he keeps on thrusting inside me faster and faster. The friction created by his cock rubbing my insides makes my toes curl. He continued to hit my G-spot repeatedly that I think I won't last long. My nails are already digging Gray's back as I felt myself getting near to my climax. My insides are already tightening.

"Juvia . . . Juvia . . . Damn! Your insides are so hot! You're getting tighter Juvia! Fuck, I'm going to . . ." he hissed as he kept on pounding me. I'm nearing to my orgasm too. "I can't hold it in Juvia . . . I'm gonna cum!" he screamed as we both reached climax, he finally came inside me, spilling his seed.

It didn't end there. After pulling out his manhood, he quickly carried me, went inside his bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

"I won't let you sleep tonight Juvia." He whispered to my ear as he climbed on top of me. "I hope you still have enough stamina to last until morning." He continued. When he tells me that, my heart starts to race. Maybe it's just sex for him, but for me, it's like he's telling me that he'll love me until morning comes. Yes, I'm crazy, but that's how desperate I am to feel his love. I feel really happy when he tells me that. Even if my body becomes all sore and painful in the morning, I don't mind. It'll heal anyway. What's important to me is he needs me, nothing more.

The following morning, my body feels so sore that I can't even stand. From last night, we had sex for hours until midnight, he just let me rest for 30 minutes, and after that, we continued until dawn. My body is full of love bites and my lips and nipples are swollen. There is really a time when Gray is in heat that he really fucks me senseless for God knows how long. And I really love it when he keeps on moaning my name over and over until he reaches his climax. Just hearing his voice say my name brings me to cloud nine.

I stared at his sleeping face and kissed him. I'm happy, but at the same time, I'm sad. We've been like this for four years, and I thought that somehow, he'll have some special feelings for me. I'm hoping that a time will come he will suddenly propose to marry me and say that he loves me. But, after all this time, his attitude never changed. He never showed other emotions to me besides lust. I never saw his happy face, or his sad face. He doesn't talk to me that much, and he doesn't tell me anything about him. Because whenever I bother to ask, he gets mad, and tells me it's none of my business. I don't even know if he brings home other girls aside from me.

Gray slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning." I greeted him. "Good morning." He greeted back with his deep, sexy voice. He stood up and went inside the bathroom. I sat up, covering my naked body using the bed covers. I hope he'll let my body recover first before he jumps into me again. My body is painfully sore right now.

Gray then got outside of the bathroom and climbed back on the bed. He kissed me, it means he wants a morning sex.

"Gray . . . my body is sore right now. Can we do it a bit later?" I said.

"But I want it right now. Just endure it Juvia." He said and he continued to kiss me, gently pushing me to lie down on the bed. I really love him too much, I can't refuse. I let him ravage me again that morning. If this goes on until tomorrow, I don't think I can go to work the next day.