Page 29 of Beautiful Mess

“You lying to me, Sin?”

Her lip curls into a smirk, and she shakes her head once more.

“Tell me,” I grit out, letting my hand drop from her chin, between us as I bring my thumb to her swollen, pierced clit while I continue fucking her. “Whose soaking wet cunt is this, Sin?”

“Not yours,” she taunts, eyes hooded and glassy as her nails bite into my flesh deep enough that I know there will be a mark tomorrow. I revel in the fact that there will be evidence of this for days to come. Proof that this actually happened, that it wasn’t some made-up shower fantasy as I made myself come, yet again, with her name on my lips.

I huff out a breath. “You sure about that?”

“Mmhmm.” Her grin spreads, full of brattiness. “You fucking wish it was yours, though, don’t you, Daddy?” Another growl rumbles in my chest at her sweet, angelic voice purringthatword while I fuck her against the side of her house, which makes her giggle. “It made you jealous, didn’t it?” she goes on, voice tight as she does her best not to moan. “Knowing I was out on a date with somebody else, knowing another man was spending time with me?”

“Watch it,” I snarl as I drill into her harder.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair at my nape, she tugs on the strands while her eyes roll back again, a choked moan falling off her lips as her thighs tremble.

“Shaking already, baby girl?”

Cheeks flushed, her eyes flare with heat and lust as she drops her gaze to meet mine. She’s getting close, I can feel it.

“Tell me whose cunt this is right now, or I’m stopping.”

“You wouldn’t,” she bites back.

“Go ahead and try me.” When she clamps her mouth shut, jaw flexing, I can’t help but smirk. “That’s what I thought. Now, let me fucking hear it, Sin. Whose is it?”

Her walls tighten around me as she climbs higher and higher, and right before she’s about to let go, she cries out, “Yours…Ooh, fuck!It’s yours, Daddy.”

“That’s right, Sin. It’s fuckingmine. You’re fucking mine, you hear me?” The way she’s squeezing the life out of me as she succumbs to her orgasm sets me off. Well, that, and hearing her call me “daddy” again. “You want me to fill this needy pussy with my cum, hmm?”

“Yes… Oh, yes, yes! Don’t stop!” Her thighs wrap around me impossibly tighter as she rides the wave. “Please come in me, Daddy…Fuck, I need it!”

Crashing my lips to hers, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her moans as pleasure rips through every inch of me, settling in my full, heavy balls. My cock throbs as I unload deep inside of her, my muscles tensing and sweat dripping down my back. As soon as I’m finished, I bury my face in the crook of her neck for a moment while I catch my breath. The scent of her sweat mixed with the sweet perfume she’s wearing is almost as intoxicating as what we just did.

Setting Grace back down on her feet, she quickly adjusts her skirt and brushes the hair out of her face while I tuck myself away. She won’t look at me, and I can feel the tension growing between us. My heart is pounding, and my lungs are desperate for oxygen I can’t seem to drag in fast enough. Once my belt is tightened, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, kissing her deeply one more time, then I leave without another word.

My truck’s parked down the block, and my mind is spinning the entire walk back to it. There’s no part of me that wants to leave. In fact, if I had it my way, I would’ve followed her into her house, and made myself a home inside of her tight, warm body. But she’s the one who ran right after the incident at the auction. Two can play at that game, and we’ll see how much she likes it this time. Whatever’s going on feels an awful lot like a game, and I’m not usually one to play games, but there’s something about her I can’t get enough of.

“Fuck!” Smacking the steering wheel as I turn onto the main road, I replay every second of what happened tonight. The almost two hours I sat on her porch like a possessive maniac. Possessive over somebody who isn’t even mine to begin with. A fact that sure didn’t stop me from claiming her not even ten minutes ago. I don’t know what came over me. Feeling her cunt wrap around me, feeling how turned on she was, hearing her moans,seeinghow gone she was for what I was giving her awoke something carnal inside of me. The need to hear her say that she’sminewas primal.

Never in my life have I met a woman as aggravating as Grace is. She raises my blood pressure like nobody else, yet I keep coming back for more. Being near her, going back and forth with her, is a rush unlike anything I’ve experienced. It’s so fucking addicting. I know, without any shadow of a doubt, I won’t be able to stay away from her now that I’ve gotten a taste of her.

But,fuck, she’s my son’s ex-girlfriend.

Not only that, but I’ve known her since she was a teenager.

Two huge reasons I should be running the opposite way,notplanning how I can make it happen again. I’m so fucked.

Despite living in such a small town, Grace and I didn’t cross paths too often when she got married and moved back after college, and didn’t really until Willow started elementary school and became friends with Blakely. It became impossible not to notice how much she had grown and matured since that night. She wasn’t the sad, angry drunk girl who told me to fuck off. She was a wife. A mother. A business owner. She carried herself differently, and I found myself unable to look away when she was in my presence.

Because the reasons why I know it’s a bad idea, her history with my son, and the way she can’t seem to stand me ninety percent of the time, don’t matter. The idea of sinking into her perfect pussy again, tasting it, worshipping it, lights a fire within me that’s impossible to ignore. Andfuck, just the thought of getting to punish her for real, the thought of spanking her mouthwatering ass while she begs for more, is enough to have my dick thickening as I stare up at the ceiling in my bed.

Grace Astor is a force. One I’m not strong enough to withhold myself from any longer, and tonight was just the beginning.

Thirteen

Grace

There aren’t many things I do that are just for me. Being a mom and a business owner, it’s easy to become something for everybody but yourself. Between sports, birthday parties, play dates, and everything expected of me at the bakery, months could go by in the blink of an eye without doing a single thing for myself.

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