His deep voice and the way it curled around her with lust and desire sparked something in Grace that she’d thought long lost. Her back straightened and her chin lifted as confidence and sexiness began to fill her so quickly, she thought she might burst.
This man. This beautiful man on his knees before her wanted her. Really wanted her. He wanted to please her, to make her feel good. And at that moment it didn’t matter to Grace how long that might be for. No, he wouldn’t be in West Virginia forever and that hurt and scared her more than she could possibly allow it to, but at that very moment, from the look on his face, wet with her need for him, she knew he would have done anything she’d asked.
Grace turned, placing her palms against the wall, and arched, pushing her ass toward him. “Like this.”
“Fucking Christ,” he muttered, not moving but for his hands, which ghosted so carefully over her skin, cupping her hips, and trailing his thumbs between her cheeks. He breathed deeply and grunted when his teeth scraped across her ass. “You’re not playing fair,” he muttered.
“I don’t want to play,” Grace answered. “I just want to feel you.”
She felt his lips against her butt before he stood abruptly. The sound of his heavy belt clanging as he undid it made goose bumps pop up along Grace’s arms. He pressed against her, his cock hard against her thigh.
“Can you keep quiet?” he grunted before he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
“No,” she gasped honestly.
He laughed darkly. “Good, because I want them all to hear what I do to you.”
Grace’s entire body shivered.
“Shhh, it’s all right,” he whispered next to her ear, his nose trailing up the lobe while his tongue darted out to lick her neck. “I’ve got you.” He pressed his large hands to the small of her back and, for a brief moment, his voice lost its husk, becoming careful, concerned. “You okay?”
Grace’s eyes rolled at that. “Yes. Please,” she whimpered, pushing back. “I need you.”
The tip of his cock brushed against her. “How do you need me?”
“Hard.” The word slipped from her mouth before Grace even had the urge to say it, but it was the God’s honest truth. She wanted him to fuck her, and fuck her hard. She wanted to feel him inside her for days so that she wouldn’t feel so damned hollow when he left in the morning.
“That’s my girl.” He was inside her in one swift movement, dragging a groan from them both and lifting Grace almost to her tiptoes. He was perfect, filling her almost to the point of discomfort until he pulled his hips back and pushed in again. She mewed with each thrust and gasped his name as he panted in her ear. He was careful not to crowd her, not to hold her against the wall so that she’d panic, and she adored him all the more for it.
“Will you think about this?” he asked, slamming into her again, his hands lusciously tight on her hips. “While I’m away. Will you think about my cock in you?”
Grace loved the beautiful filth that tumbled from his mouth. She dropped her head back to his shoulder. “Yes.”
“Will you miss it?”
I’ll miss you.
“So much.”
He moaned and moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, fighting with her vest top to get under her bra. He squeezed, his fingers pinching her skin. “You feel so good on my cock.” His forehead met her shoulder, as though he was watching himself move in her. “Look at you taking me. You’re so beautiful, Gracie. You fuck so good.”
He mumbled and murmured words so dirty and unintentionally tender that Grace’s eyes began to sting with the threat of tears. “Oh.”
“Yeah?” Max asked, taking her desperate sound as a reason to tilt his hips and find that place inside of her that he knew would have her coming in moments.
“More,” she begged, vaguely aware that her voice was getting louder. “Please, Max, more.”
With a loud growl, Max slammed into her again and again, cursing and grunting and sweating against her. His fingers found her clit to rub and tease and get her there faster until, with a shout, he came, holding her so tightly to his chest that, when Grace’s orgasm smashed into her not two seconds later and her legs weakened with its force, she didn’t hit the floor. He held her to him, his breaths heavy and loud in her ear, as she squeezed him inside her, knowing that he would pull out quickly but wanting, no, needing him to stay inside her longer.
He made sure she was capable of holding herself up when he slowly pulled his body from hers. She took a second to rest her forehead against the wall and laughed, watching him over her shoulder. She’d never felt more energized despite the fatigue that clutched her muscles. Max smiled back, discarding the condom with a tissue he pulled from his pocket in a nearby trash can, and zipped himself up. He drifted closer to her, his palm smoothing across her ass at the same time a sated and sensual growl rumbled in his chest.