Page 26 of Glitz & Goals

I whimper, and something in Grady snaps. It’s like he wasn’t sure until now how much I wanted this, or if he was on the right track. Now, he knows.

He bends forward, leaning over me, his hand settling around my throat. He keeps his grip loose, but the faint pressure makes me clench, and I feel his dick twitch in response. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.

“You want me to use you, don’t you?” he growls. “You want me to make you come on my cock, don’t you, you fucking gorgeous girl?” He ruts against me, and my thighs twitch at the pleasure of it.

“Grady…” I pant. My nipples are tight, and each time they brush my dress, I feel both desperate and overstimulated at the same time. “Grady, please…”

His tip eases into me, and his eyes flutter shut. I’m momentarily disappointed because, at this rate, it’ll all be over too soon.

This man knows how to move. It occurs to me that this might be one benefit of being with an older guy, at least one who pays attention to what his partner wants when she’s brave enough to ask for it. He buries himself in me, moving faster, fucking mejust like I ask for until I turn to putty beneath him. I’m going to come, I’m going to—

Grady pulls out and steps back, pulling me with him until I all but melt into the floor at his feet. He rakes his hands through my hair, pulling my loose curls back from my face.

I blink up at him, still twitching and quivering from how close I came to orgasm.

Grady strokes my chin with one hand, pressing his thumb against my lips until I automatically open my mouth. Then he presses the back of my head, with his fingers still tangled in my hair until my lips brush his cock.

“I smell like you, don’t I?” he asks. “I bet I taste like you, too. That’s right, open for me. Show me how bad you want me.”

Confession time: I have alittle bitof an oral fixation. I like dicks. I like touching them, and I like tasting them even more. My eyes close as I open my mouth and take the tip of Grady’s cock between my lips. Without any urging, I keep moving my head, until I can’t take any more of him. I moan, and Grady moans in answer.

When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down at me with more affection than this situation should warrant. He seems…fondof me. Kind of an odd vibe from a guy who’s currently fucking my throat.

I swallow him until my eyes water, then lean back a bit, sucking my way along his length.

“Such a good girl,” he says. “I love it when I see your tears because your sweet mouth is filled with my dick. Keep that up, and I’ll give you what you want. You want my cum, don’t you?”

I nod, even as my eyes sting from the pressure at the back of my throat.

Grady seems a little reluctant to be rough here, so I set the pace. The muscles of his thighs twitch and spasm as his balls tighten.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Viv…”

I hum in answer.

My mouth is immediately flooded with his release, salty and slightly bitter, and I keep sucking until he lets go of the back of my head and staggers away.

“Damn,” he says through a breathless laugh. “Viv, that was…”

Catching his eye, I make a big show of swallowing, then running my tongue over my swollen lips, lapping up the rest of his cum.

He immediately bends down to untie my wrists, but only long enough to yank my dress over my head and toss it aside. Then he lifts me up again. It’s ridiculous how safe I feel in his arms as he lies me back on the bed and rebinds my wrists to the headboard. He pulls off his shirt, too, and God, he’sbeautiful.There are a few grays among the hairs on his chest and a slight softness around his middle, even though he’s obviously in good shape. I wouldn’t say that Grady has a dad-bod because he still has muscular arms and defined abs, but his build is markedly different from the guys in the Venom who are always horsing around in the pool. For a moment, I’m content just to stare at him, appreciating the lines and curves of his body. This man has lived a life, and it looks so damn sexy on him.

When he reaches for the candle, however, I suck in a breath.

“You like wax?” he asks, hesitating.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “Never tried it.”

“Is it okay?”

And somehow this, too, is perfect, even if it breaks the intensity of the mood. I nod.

“Close your eyes,” he says.

I do as he asks.

The anticipation is almost too much so that when his warm tongue laves across one nipple, I almost buck off the bed. Helaughs to himself as I squirm and pant. The room is cool, thanks to the magic of AC, and the contrast only adds to my pleasure.

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