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“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Do you mean it? You better be careful, saying things like that just might make me think you want to keep me in your life.”

“That’s because I do,” I tell him.

“Good, now quit distracting me, woman. Go get the pizza together and I’ll grab the blanket.”

“Yes, sir.” I answer as he’s walking out of the room and stops to look at me. There seems to be a fire in his eyes when he looks at me.

“One day soon, you’re going to have to give me those words while you’re naked, and in our bed,” he croons.

He gives me a grin and then walks out of the room, leaving me shaking my head, and wondering if I’m brave enough to ask Ford to make love to me …

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GRACE

I wake up slowly, warm and relaxed. Ford is curled into my back, spooning me. He has an arm around my waist, my ass is pressed against his groin, and I can feel the hardness of his cock pushing against my ass cheek. My body feels warm all over and I know I’m turned on. My nipples are hard, pressing against the silk material of my gown. Ford’s beard is tickling my neck, but his hot breath is feeding the fire that I feel burning inside of me.

I whimper when I feel his hand go to my hip. Holding me in place as he rubs against me.It feels so good.It’s then that I realize there’s nothing between me and his cock. I feel his shaft, hot and rigid and yet somehow soft at the same time. He’s rubbing it against my bare cheek, and there’s a trail of sticky wetness left on my skin. I take a minute to focus and realize that my gown is still on, but it’s pulled up, exposing my ass. I go stiff with shock, however, when I realize my panties are gone.

“Ford,” I whisper, my voice shaky and even I can tell it is full of desire.

“I’m here, baby,” he purrs, nibbling on the back of my neck.

“Where are my panties?” I ask, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.

“I cut them off of you,” he purrs.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because my cock was lonely. I’ve been lying here for an hour while you’ve been rubbing your ass against my aching cock. It took all I had not to slide inside of you, Grace. I want you so much my balls are aching.”

“Oh, God.”

“You owe me for torturing me, baby. I need you to wrap that hand of yours around my cock and make me come.”

I slowly turn so that I’m facing him. My heart is pounding away, and the beat seems to center between my legs because my clit is throbbing. I look at Ford and he moves to his back. He’s completely naked and I take a minute to drink him in. His body is a work of art, covered in ink, golden and tanned skin, as if kissed by the gods. My gaze drops down to take in his massive cock. He’s long and wide. I’m not good at measuring, but it’s definitely intimidating. The dark ruddy hue is beautiful. I can feel myself getting wetter than I already was at the thought of taking him inside me. Large veins are evident along the shaft. I lick my tongue, imagining licking and kissing each and every one of them.

I reach my hand out. His girth is such that I can barely wrap my hand around it. I briefly wonder if he will even fit inside me. I’ve only had two lovers. Andrew was good, but his size wasn’t in any way comparable to Ford. Benny was small and wasn’t good, even when he was trying to be. I hold him firmly and stroke slowly, licking my lips. Pre-cum slides over the head as Ford groans.

“God, that feels good, Grace,” he groans.

I shift so that I can drape my body over him. The heat of his body brands my skin. I hold the base of his cock firmly in my grip, tilting my head down to run my tongue against his head. Ilick, taking his pre-cum inside and moaning as the taste of him explodes. It’s so good, I try again.

“Mm …”

“Fuck, baby,” he hums.

The need in his voice and the way he’s looking at me fuel my hunger for him. Before I can second guess myself, I slide my mouth down on him. I open wide to accommodate him. It’s almost painful, but the pleasure is more than worth it. I slide my tongue against the underside of his cock, then close my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat while holding him tight at the base sliding my mouth up and down, while watching the pleasure roll over his face, making me feel powerful. It’s so empowering that I go up on my knees to get a better angle. Groaning at the taste of him. His hands slide into my hair as he tries to take control, but I fight him, and he gets the message. The next moment, however, I feel his hand slide between my thighs. “Oh, God,” I cry as his fingers slide against my clit, rubbing it hard.

“You’re fucking soaked, Grace,” he practically snarls. And my legs tremble, because he’s right. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

I drop my mouth back on him, sucking him in deeply and, as if timing his moves with mine, his fingers push inside, fucking me with them in a steady and methodical movement that nearly makes me come instantly. I’m trying to concentrate on what I’m doing, but when he adds another finger and stretches his thumb up to grind on my clit, I lose it. My head goes back, and I cry out his name.

“Ford!”

“That’s it, gorgeous. Come for me. Come all over my hand.” He doesn’t have to tell me again. Almost as if I’m under his complete control, I come hard. I try to jack him with my hand at the same time, but the pleasure is so intense that my movementsare erratic at best. He strokes me through my climax, bringing me down slowly, but I still whimper when his fingers completely slip from me. I want more.

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