Page 8 of Against the Wall

“Last chance to back out,” I told her.

“Never.” She smiled. “I’ve wanted you for days, Grady.”

“Then who am I to deny a princess what she wants?”

I sank into her warmth one inch at a time, giving her body time to adjust. She might not be a virgin, but she was about as tight as one. She hooked her legs over my thighs, opening herself to me. I filled her until my balls brushed against her. I couldn’t decide if it was heaven or hell being inside of her. Her satin walls encased me like a glove, and all I could think about was driving into her until I found my release, but I’d be damned if I’d use her like that. Fuck! I’d never been inside a woman without a condom before, but for some reason I didn’t want any barriers between us.

“You feel amazing,” she said, as she gripped my biceps.

“No, princess. You’re the one who feels amazing.”

And I meant every damn word. She felt incredible as I thrust into her welcoming heat. Our hips slapped together as I pounded that sweet pussy. Her fingers clawed at my arms and shoulders, and her lips were parted on a silent scream. As her body arched into mine, going tense as she threw her head back, I felt her pussy clamp down and try to milk every drop of cum from my balls. I kept thrusting until I had nothing left to give.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she gave me a dreamy smile. “Best. Sex. Ever.”

I chuckled and kissed her softly. “I would have to agree.”

“Maybe we should rest and then see if it gets better the second time.”

My cock grew hard just at the mention of having her again, and I stroked in and out of her a few times. “Why wait when we can go again right now?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an “O” as I tried to take us to paradise for the second time.

Chapter Four

Madelyn

I had aches and twinges in the best of places the next morning. With a smile on my face, I cracked some eggs into a bowl, added a little milk, and beat them until they were nice and frothy. I had a skillet warming on the stove and some bacon in the oven. Grady was doing a perimeter check, or something like that, as I scrambled our eggs. I added a dash of salt and pepper as they cooked. After I pulled the eggs off the stove and added them to our plates, I popped four pieces of bread into the toaster.

By the time Grady came inside, breakfast was ready, and our plates were on the table, accompanied by a glass of juice for each of us. He smiled when he saw the food and held my chair out for me. When I sat, he brushed a kiss against my cheek before claiming his own seat.

“Breakfast looks great,” he said.

“I’m not the best cook in the world, but even I can scramble eggs.”

“Hey, don’t knock it. Scrambling eggs takes talent. I always end up making mine too dry.”

“You’re probably cooking them at too high a temp. Do you put milk in them?”

He shook his head.

“Try that next time.”

“Is there anything you need to do today? Or are we just staying around the house?”

“I should probably go to the grocery store at some point. Did you want to work on the deck some more? Or did you want a day off from it?”

“I’d like to get it finished, but it won’t hurt to leave it alone today. I think I have about two more days before it’s wrapped up.”

“After breakfast, we can head out to the grocery and get it out of the way. If you want to work on the deck later, I can hang out by the pool so you can still keep an eye on me. You’re going to be so tired of me by the time this is over.”

Grady winked. “No chance of that happening.”

I twirled my fork in my hand. “You know, if you really wanted to keep an eye on me all the time, you could just move your things into my bedroom.”

He stopped chewing and stared at me.

“Only if you want to.”

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