Page 50 of Grace

“Look at me, Grace,” he says as his hips still along with his touches.

“Fucking perfection,” he says as our eyes meet again.

“Only for you,” I whisper, and a smile spreads on his lips.

“Only for me.”

He moves slowly, sliding his cock in and out as his gaze is fixed on me. The burn, the sting slowly fades as he fills me so perfectly.

My hips move with his and my hands wander lower, tightening around his lower back as my moans fill the room. The couch squeaks, probably scratching the wooden floor as Daniel’s pace increases, faster, deeper.

It feels like he’s splitting me in half in the best way. He’s stretching me, filling me, giving me everything I’m sure sex is supposed to be. My back arches, and Daniel focuses his mouth on my breasts. He doesn’t leave any part of me untouched as he grinds deep inside me, making my pussy his.

“You’re my good girl, my darling, mine, Grace,” he snarls against my throat as he grabs my ass, tilting my hips and slamming into me again.

“Yes!” I cry as he pounds into me, harder, faster, his low, throaty growls and praise sinking into me until my toes curl against his back.

“Talk to me, Grace,” he orders as he meets my eyes. “Tell me what you feel.”

“Don’t stop!” I yell, trying to pull him closer to me. “Never stop! More. Oh, Daniel, I just want more! You feel so… ooh!” He starts to rub my clit again, and I’m sure I’m going to lose my mind. “Daniel!”

“This is exactly what you deserve, do you hear me?”

I can’t speak. I can’t think. There’s only Daniel. Every sound we make, the way he praises my body, my mind, me, it breaks everything in me. I don’t know if we have sex for hours or minutes, but it’s so intense, so wild that my abs hurt, my thighs keep quivering, and when I come, I soak him and the couch.

The release is so intense that every noise other than my thundering heart is drowned out.

“Grace!” Daniel snarls just before he jerks out and comes all over my belly and my breasts. He lets out low, feral growls as he strokes his cock, spurting his cum over my body, gripping his cock as he trembles. “Fucking… such a good girl.”

He’s panting, his hair messy, his slacks hanging loosely above his knees as he holds himself up by his hand on the wall.

My body won’t stop shaking from its release, and all I want is to crawl against him, if he lets me.

He leans back, and dropping his hand to my stomach, his fingers swirl through his cum as his eyes flick up to me.

“Open your mouth,” he says, and I don’t even question it as my pussy clenches at the sound of his order.

Gently, he pops his fingers between my lips and I suck slightly, tasting his salty cum tickle over my tongue.

“Just like that, darling,” he whispers and takes another bit of cum for me to taste. “Does it taste good?”

I nod with his fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them as he pulls back.

“Good girl,” he says.

My heart swells at his praise and my pussy pulses. His words, his touch, are all I need, and I’m sure I’ll never grow tired of them.

He sighs as he peeks at the mess he made, and his brows draw together. “We have to get cleaned up.”

A smile tugs on the corner of my lips as I dare to speak my mind. “You don’t want me to?”

Something dark flashes in his eyes. “No, darling. I like you like this, perfect but messed up by me.”

He leans closer, crawling over my body until his lips are inches away from mine.

“Who would have thought, my tiny red goddess would look even better covered in my cum and her own?”

My lips part at his words, and he thrusts his tongue inside, kissing me with such a claim that I shiver under him.

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