Page 99 of The Breaking Point

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I began plucking and tweaking her nipples, wanting to see how hard she liked it. Fortunately for me, Grace was vocal about what she did—and didn’t—like. When I sucked one nipple into my mouth, she moaned and arched upward.

“I wonder if I could make you come just from this,” I mused. I sucked on the other nipple until they were both hard, red berries. “Your tits are gorgeous, baby. I’ve wanted to do this for ages.”

“They’re kinda small, though.”

I shot her an annoyed look. “Sweetheart, tits are tits. We love them no matter what. Believe me, no guy is disappointed seeing tits like yours. It’s been hell on earth when you wear those dresses without a bra on, when I can see your nipples harden through the fabric.”

“I didn’t think you’d noticed that.”

“I notice everything about you.”

That made her smile. I moved down her body, kissing every inch of her soft, milky skin. When I found a collection of freckles on her inner thighs, I couldn’t help kissing those until she giggled.

“That tickles,” she said with a moan.

I kept kissing her until I reached her ankles. I tickled the soles of her feet until she begged for mercy. Then it was easy to part her thighs to find the best prize of all.

She was pink and wet already, dripping for me, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in her pussy. I slicked a finger from her clit to her asshole, which made her moan loudly.

“Someday I’d love to fuck this tight ass,” I said, rubbing her asshole. I licked her there and then moved upward to plunge my tongue into her pussy.

“Oh God, Brady,” she groaned, gripping my hair.

She was trembling already, and I knew it wouldn’t take long to make her come. I gently pressed my thumb against her clit as I fucked her with my tongue. Her juices poured into my mouth; I moaned as her moisture only increased with every stroke.

She was arching and writhing so much that she nearly bucked me off the bed. I mouthed her clit and thrust a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me like a vise.

“Oh my God, oh my God—” Grace was saying, over and over again. Then she came with a scream that I was sure everyone in the entire hotel heard.

I grinned evilly. I wanted everyone to hear how well I fucked my woman tonight.

Grace was limp and panting by the time I returned with a condom on. She pulled me into her arms as I slowly entered her.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re so tight, baby.”

She winced as I inched farther inside. I kissed her, stopping myself so she could get used to me.

“How does it feel?” I asked. I kissed her jaw.

Grace shook her head. “I feel ... full.”

It took every ounce of my self-control not to thrust to the hilt right then. I was shaking, my entire body on fire, my cock begging for more of her tight pussy.

I started thrusting into her slowly, watching a thousand different expressions flit across her face. And then I was completely inside her, my balls resting against her taint, so tight and warm that it was a miracle I didn’t lose my fucking mind.

“Brady,” said Grace. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. “I love you, Brady.”

I groaned. I hooked her legs over my arms and pulled out before thrusting hard back into her. She squealed, but when I stopped, she just shook her head and begged me to keep going.

That was all I needed to unleash everything. I pounded into her sweet virgin pussy, lifting her lower body upward to get even deeper inside her.

“Rub your clit as I fuck you,” I said. Sweat dripped down my face. “I want to see your pretty fingers play with your pussy.”

Grace panted and moaned as she did as I asked. I watched her rub her clit as my cock pounded into her. It was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen.

Not just sights—sounds, smells, everything. With every plunge of my cock, her pussy made a squelching sound. I could feel her wetness dripping onto me and getting the bed wet. Thescent of her drove me wild, and with every plunge into her, I could smell her only more.

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