Page 39 of Glitz & Goals

“Does he?” I sit down on the edge of the bed and run my hand up her calf. Viv spreads her legs, making the skirt of her dress slide up to her hip. Damn, she has such nice legs. I want to sink into her, but before we do anything else, there’s something I have to say. “Listen, Vivian, I… I’m divorced.”

She smirks. “That explains why a hot guy like you can be single.”

I raise an eyebrow at her.

Viv sits up. “Sorry, was that insensitive? I assume the problem was with her, because I know you’re attentive. You’ve been sending me messages daily and calling me every night, and we’re not even officially dating. So, I’m assuming there’s a story there. What happened?”

“I, uh.” My throat closes up. It’s nice to know that she assumes I did nothing wrong. “It was my fault. I couldn’t… give her children.”

Viv licks her lips. “Oh. As in, your sperm count is too low or something?”

I nod. I can’t bring myself to look at her.

I feel her moving on the mattress. She slips her arms around my shoulders and nuzzles my ear.

“Is that a dealbreaker?” I ask.

Viv hums. Her lips brush my neck. “All I heard was we don’t need to keep using condoms.”

I turn my face to hers. She doesn’t look the slightest bit perturbed by my revelation. Her mouth lands on mine, and she swings herself into my lap. Her touch is soft at first, almost hesitant, like she’s not sure I’m still up for this.

“Are you okay?” she whispers against my lips.

I can only nod. I run my hands through her hair and rest my forehead against hers.

“Then, if you don’t mind, I’ve had a long couple of weeks, and I’d really appreciate it if you’d fuck the stress out of me.”

I growl against her mouth, and suddenly the idea of being inside her, with nothing between us, is too much. I need her. I need to feel that pretty pussy pulse on my cock. I need to hear her scream my name while she falls apart.

I grab the hem of her dress and pull it up, turning it inside out in the process. I don’t see where it lands; as soon as it leaves my hands, I’m flipping Viv onto her belly. I shuck my clothes off as fast as I can, then drag her across my lap. She gasps and squirms.

“Are you going to spank me?” she asks. “But I haven’t even been naughty yet!”

I settle one hand on the curve of her butt cheek. She’s wearing lacy little panties and a matching black bra. Half of me wants to take them off with my teeth. The other half isn’t in a rush. I’ve been fantasizing about her since the last time she was over, and I’ve had plenty of opportunities to imagine all the things I’d like to do to her.

“Would you like that?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes.” She sighs and melts against me. “Tell me I’m a bad girl, even if I’m not.” My dick brushes the lace-clad apex of her thighs, and we both let out a soft noise of pleasure.

“Did you touch yourself while I was away?” I ask.

“All the damn time,” Viv admits. “And I saw your face every time I came.”

I lift my hand and bring it down on her ass with a slap. She yelps and squirms, and it feels so fucking good that my hips buck in response.

“Bad, bad girl. You should know better.” I slide my hand between her legs, over the lace, and rub against her entrance. “Who does this pretty cunt belong to, Vivian?”

She mumbles something against the sheets.

I bring my hand down again, this time making sure to include the wet spot between her legs in my slap. Viv mewls and twitches, but she’s pressing against me for more. Good, she liked that. I make a mental note to consider her interest in impact play in the future. Larisse was never into that sort of thing, and I’ve been wary of it—I don’t want to hurt my partner, so this has never been my thing. But with Viv, I want to experiment with different kinds of sensory play to figure out what she likes since she’s made it very clear she likes to push the boundaries.

“Whose cunt is it, Viv?” I ask again, delivering a third slap that leaves her moaning.

“Yours,” she pants, turning her head to one side. “It’s yours, Grady.”

“That’s right.” I nudge the crotch of her panties to one side and drag two fingers through her slick heat. “So all your orgasms belong to me. You don’t come again while I’m away unless I give you permission.” I press my fingers inside her, and she’s so ready for me that I can slide them in to the top knuckle in one movement. Viv claws at the sheets.

I rub circles between her shoulders with one hand, slowly fucking her with the fingers of the other.

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