Page 20 of The Final Straw

“What are you doing?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

“Walking you to your door.” Why does she seem so caught off guard by it? Did that boy she was dating not know how to treat a woman? A true man walks his lady to the door to ensure she arrives safely.

“No, it’s not necessary.”

“Ollie—” Grady starts, but never gets to finish.

“No, I’m perfectly capable of walking from here to my door. If it makes you feel better, you can stay here and guard me until I get inside the door. Then when you get home, you can text me good night.”

I can see the apprehension in Grady’s face, his hardened lines as he clenches his jaw. But just one smile from her softens his resolve.

“Fine.” He leans in and gives her another hug and kiss, before handing her over to me, allowing me to do the same.

“Make sure you lock the door, Ollie,” I remind her. It’s been ages since I’ve had this degree of protectiveness flowing through my veins.

We stand by the car, watching as she walks up to the door, our eyes on her until she disappears inside.

“Let’s go home,” Grady whispers into my ear as he leans in and slips his arm around my waist. His deep, gravelly voice has my cock twitching in my pants.

We’ve always been extremely sexual. But since the little firecracker has come into our lives, it seems like it’s intensified. I swear it feels like pre-cum is always leaking from my cock.

Grady opens the door to the car, and I reach down, adjusting my dick. I notice Grady's intense gaze, his eyes filled with hunger, as he watches my every movement.

He slides in behind me, shutting the door.

“Let’s go home, Norbert.” Grady places his hand on my thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze that only causes my dick to harden more.

“You’ve got me hard as a rock, babe.”

“Good. And when we get home, I’m going to fill you with my cum. But until then, you can suck my cock with those perfect full lips of yours.”

I love when Grady takes control and I’m all too eager to oblige. Shifting in my seat, I angle my body as I slide so I can lean down into his lap. He’s already undoing his pants, lowering his boxers so his hard shaft is readily accessible.

He grips it with his hand, his silver wedding band glinting in the passing streetlights. I don’t waste any time lowering my mouth, opening it wide as he guides the tip of his mushroom head into it.

I relax my throat to better allow myself to take his large shaft. Up and down I bob as he grips my ass, allowing me to be in charge of the momentum. The gentle sway of the car as we head to our destination guides me in my pursuit.

“Slow down, baby. I don’t want to come yet, not until I’m buried deep inside of your ass, and we’re almost home.”

I move slower, letting my teeth barely graze along the sensitive skin of his shaft. He says it intensifies his arousal and who am I to deny him what he likes?

I’m hardly able to get a few more licks of his delicious stick before I feel the car coming to a stop. We’re home.

He wastes no time, practically dragging me into the house, and I’m preening like a prize rooster at his manhandling. I love it when he’s aggressive.

“Pants down, knees on the couch facing the back of it,” he commands, before heading down the hallway to our bedroom.

He’s getting our lube. The one thing he doesn’t take roughly is my ass. Well, he does, but never without lubrication.

I know what happens if I don’t comply, and the rebellious part of me wants to disobey, but the needy side wants the orgasm I know is coming.

My head pops up, locking on his now naked form as he steps back into the room.

“Head down,” he growls, and a small whine escapes from between my lips.

I can feel the air move as he steps up behind me just before the couch shifts as weight is placed on it. The sound of something being squeezed rings out before a cold gel slides down between the crevice of my cheeks.

A sting burns my ass as the sound of a slap rings out. He rubs his palm over the burning spot, easing it slightly as his fingertips move closer to my star. His finger glides around the opening, spreading the gel as one, then two fingers edge their way in, scissoring, spreading me.

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