Oh, you’re mine now. And I’m going to savor every last second.
I made it to his waist and teased at the skin there for a few sadistic seconds before giving in to his unspoken pleas and moving further downward. I circled the head of his dick with my tongue, and then swiped it down the underside before sucking him in deeper, moaning. I’d never wanted a cock so bad.
I licked him like an ice cream cone, trying to memorize the shape and scent of him, so powerful, so masculine. Every fantasy I’d ever had was playing in full-color behind my eyelids as I sucked him deep into my throat.
Give in, Grant. Give in to me. Come for me. Come down my throat and watch me lick it off my lips and spank me for being such an eager little slut— I slid him deeper and deeper, humming and moaning as I devoured that delicious cock. His breathing was really shaky now, and I felt an undeniable surge of passion at the sway my mouth had over him at that moment. He began rocking his hips gently upward, and I increased the rhythm of my own movements.
I looked up into Grant’s eyes, wanting to see how he looked at me while he fucked my mouth, and his eyes were dark as the sea at midnight.
“I need you,”he growled.“I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you until you’re begging for more. I need—”
My thighs clenched, and I launched myself up towards him, mashing my mouth against his in a rough collision of lips, teeth, tongue, and need. He grabbed my hips and slammed me down onto his thick cock. I shrieked as he plunged into me, stretching me, so much bigger than anything I’d felt before, so much better.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck me, oh please Grant, harder, please fuck me—”
He kept a firm grip on my ass as he thrust upward into me, bucking hard as I rode him. He lunged up to lick and suck at my breasts and I swooned, leaned further into his touch, grasping at his strong shoulders, the muscles underneath rippling like an earthquake.
Never felt anything like this before, flying so high, flying so hard, needing him, needing to never stop fucking, needing already to fuck him again as soon as we were done, needing that thick hard cock filling me up, just a little more, all I need is a little more to--
“Fuck me,”I moaned.“Oh God, Grant, I need it hard, I need you in me hard, I need you to fuck me hard—”
He flipped me onto my back, staying inside me and barely pausing before pounding me into the mattress, his speed and power increasing, his hands squeezing the globes of my ass as he dove into me, taking me, taking all that I could give, God I was so wet, I was so ready, I wanted everything he had for me— “Come, Lacey,”he ordered, his voice low and grating with need, sweat dripping down his chest.“Come for me, you sexy fucking—”
He drove into me one last time and came, and the feel of him collapsing on top of me sent my orgasm ripping through me like a force of nature.
EIGHT
I woke slowly, like rising out of a warm cloud. I was sprawled on the expanse of Grant’s broad chest, his arm draped over my shoulders, and I felt so safe and secure in the shelter of his embrace. How could I ever have fought this? In this man’s arms was exactly where I belonged. All was right with the world.
“Sleep well?” he murmured, a sexily low morning rumble.
“Mmm, perfectly,” I said. I looked up at him, at that adorably sleep-rumpled morning hair, the print of the pillow on his cheek. He was sexy and disheveled and all, all mine.
He brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and made a face. “Naughty hair. Kept me from seeing your lovely face.”
I blushed. “You have a lovely face.”
“Well, that’s a new one on me,” he said, not quite smirking yet. “And I beg to differ. Yours is the lovely one. It’s got lovely dark eyes—” he bopped my eyelids lightly—“a cute little nose—” another bop—“and an absolutely sinful mouth.”
His thumb stroked the edge of my lips, and I nipped it, drawing a growl from him that made my knees turn to jelly.
“And it’s got this lovely soft skin. In fact, you have lovely soft skin absolutely everywhere.” His hands began to roam, cupping my breasts. “I particularly like how it feels here—“
And then the phone rang.
I groaned and flopped face-down on his chest. “You should get that.”
I wasn’t looking at him, but I could hear the childish face he was making in his voice. “But it’s probably boring!”
I rolled off of him and sprawled on the silk sheets out of his reach. “Well, that’s the price of fake-being-with-me, Mister. You have to do lots of boring, grown-up, responsible things. It’s very high-maintenance. Think you can handle it?”