Page 30 of The Breaking Point

I’d never been interested in being someone’s sub. Despite that, the entire scene was still strangely erotic. It also gave me some ideas on how I’d like to play with Shayla if I ever saw her again.

My imagination conjured the image of Shayla bent over a couch like before. But as I began whipping her, she turned her head—and it was Grace’s face.

I nearly groaned aloud. Grace was begging me—to stop? to keep going?—and I could see her pussy dripping withexcitement. When I plunged my fingers inside her, she screamed in ecstasy.

I knew Grace would be tight. That untouched, virgin pussy would struggle to take even one of my fingers, let alone my cock. I’d have to go slowly with her. Ease her into things. Bring her to orgasm until she was open and ready.

Would she bite her lip and keep quiet? No, not Grace. She’d be vocal. I just knew it, deep down inside.

My cock was hard just imagining this scenario. It didn’t help that as I moved on to another scene, the woman inside had blond hair.

She was on the floor, her ass in the air, as a man pounded into her. The slaps of flesh against flesh were intoxicating. The man was digging his fingers into the thick flesh of the woman’s hips, so tightly that it’d probably leave marks.

He fucked her hard, her face buried in the rug, her squeals getting higher and higher. The man then grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

“You love when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” he growled. “Ride you until you come all over my dick.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” the woman was chanting. Her face was red, her eyes glassy. “I’m going to come—”

She moaned and shook as her climax hit her.

I closed my eyes, imagining that was Grace coming on my own cock. At that moment, I didn’t know where reality and fantasy ended.

I somehow managed to find a private room that was unoccupied. Locking the door, I took out my cock and rubbed one out before I lost my ever-loving mind.

It took only a minute for me to come. I groaned, imagining that I was coming all over Grace’s pale back. My orgasm seemed to go on and on for eternity.

I leaned against the wall and took in deep gulps of air. My body was shaking. I’d never come that hard just from jerking off.

Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I cleaned myself up and knew that I needed to get out of here. But as I was about to drive home, I got a text from Silas, the Blades general manager and one of its co-owners.

Adidas is threatening to cancel its sponsorship because of that video of you fighting Riley. We need to talk ASAP.

My high was killed instantly. I slumped in my seat, swearing under my breath.

Silas then texted,Riley is saying online that you hit him because his brother came out as gay. Is that true?

“What the fuck?” I stared at my phone, incredulous. I hadn’t even known Riley had a brother, let alone that his brother was gay. And why the fuck would I care?

Riley was a piece of shit trying to make me seem like some kind of bigot. He was just pissed that he’d lost the fight and that Grace had had the gall to reject him.Did his brother know about this?Because if I were Riley’s brother, I’d be pissed at being used like this.

I could come clean. I could tell the world why the fight had happened. But protecting Grace was more important than my reputation. All I could say was that Riley’s allegations were false, end stop.

I also knew I needed to get my emotions under control. Sure, I’d wanted to protect Grace, but I had this anger burning inside me that I couldn’t seem to tamp down.

And if people knew why ... if they knew what I’d done ...

Well, then they’d definitely hate me, wouldn’t they? And Grace would hate me the most of all.

GRACE

Will frowned over at me. “Grace? Is something wrong?”

I jerked in surprise. Nothing was wrong—except that I hadn’t been listening to him talk about his new job at all.

When Will had invited me out to dinner, I’d been reluctant to go. This annoyed me because he was myboyfriend, so why should I not want to go out to dinner with him?

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