Page 58 of Beautiful Mess

Grace’s eyes roll back as her jaw goes slack.

I can’t take it any longer. My body is thrumming, cock so fucking hard and balls so tight I’m surprised I haven’t busted. Grabbing Grace behind the knees, I yank her to the edge of the bed, relishing how her legs tighten around my waist, like she can’t get close enough to me. The smirk she gives me that’s dripping with sex as she spreads her index and middle finger apart, letting me see her sexy, pierced clit, nearly does me in. My heart is pounding, fire swimming in my veins as my head feels light. I’m intoxicated on Grace; there’s no other way to put it.

She’s the finest of wines, made specifically for me.

My gaze lifts, meeting hers, and a moment passes when neither of us says a thing, neither of us moves an inch, but it feels as if so much is said. I drag my tongue across my lips, and when her eyes greedily drop to take in the movement, I can’t help grinning.

Every inch of my flesh tingles, anticipation and arousal flooding my system. Fisting my cock, I let a drop of spit fall from my lips, landing on the sweetest goddamn pussy I’ve ever seen. Grace groans as I spread it with the tip of my dick, pulling herself back up on her elbows so she can watch. Something fierce clutches at my chest. “This pretty cunt is all mine, isn’t it, Sin?” I ask darkly.

Grace nods, a whimper slipping past her lips as her eyes lift to meet mine. Like she knows what’s coming, her hands tighten into fists, gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, and she lowers her gaze between us again. I sink into her tight, dripping wet pussy, bottoming out in one go as her eyes roll back and she cries out.

“You’re damn fucking right it is,” I growl, pulling out to the tip before slamming back into her, harder this time.

Grace’s walls constrict around my cock, and she slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the screams, her eyes never leaving the spot where our bodies are connected. I don’t take it easy on her, don’t give her a single moment to adjust. Tossing her legs over my shoulders, she falls onto her back, peering up at me from beneath heavy eyelids as I grip her thighs in a bruising hold, feeding her every last inch of my cock until it’s impossible to tell where I end and Grace begins.

The sounds of slick skin slapping and my cock pounding into her greedy, soaking wet cunt fill the air, my heart thrash against my ribs, and sweat pouring down my back. I reach up and grab a fistful of her lace lingerie top right in the middle, holding on to it like an anchor as I drill into her. The material shifts down, causing her breasts spilling out, which only adds to the ravenous hunger I feel for her. Her nipples are taut as her tits bounce mesmerizingly. The fact that she’s still wearing the lingerie and I’ve still got my sweats on only adds to the inferno spreading in my veins.

There’s something so fucking filthy aboutneedingto be inside of Grace so goddamn badly that I couldn’t be bothered to remove even her panties. The sight of the red lace pushed to the side as her swollen pussy stretches around my thick grith unlocks something primal inside me.

Bringing my thumb down on her clit, I apply pressure while I circle the sensitive bud, feeling her tighten around my cock as she lets out a low, carnal moan. “Is this what you needed, baby girl?” I ask huskily, my gaze lifting to meet hers. “Needed me to come fuck that sassy little attitude out of you?”

“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “Y-yes!”

I hum appreciatively. “You missed the way Daddy makes you feel, is that it?”

Grace nods frantically, her eyebrows pinched together tightly as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Her eyes are glassy and hooded, cheeks stained pink, and there’s a sheen of sweat glistening along her chest. Letting Grace’s legs fall from my shoulder, she wraps them around my waist as I lean down, body blanketing hers, as I run the flat of my tongue across one of her tits, sucking her hardened nipple into my mouth as my cock continues to rock in and out of her.

Hand coming to the back of my head, Grace threads her fingers through my wet strands, tugging just enough to add a bite of pain. “Oh, f-fuck,” she groans, the sound vibrating into me. She slips her free hand between us, fingers replacing my thumb on her clit. “Fuck, Daddy, you feel sogood.”

There’s a raspiness to her voice that scratches something in my brain. Her muscles tense, thighs tight around my waist, as her moans become lower and more throaty, and I know she’s riding on the precipice of her release. Listening to her fall apart, feeling her writhe beneath me as her breathing comes out in harsh pants, has me very quickly joining her on the edge of oblivion.

“Kiss me,” Grace breathes, using her grip on my hair to guide my face up to hers.

Lips a hairsbreadth apart, I gaze into her eyes, my chest tight and my throat thick with unexpected emotion as my left hand finds her hip while my right rests on the bed beside her head as I close what little distance is between us, fusing my mouth to hers. Fireworks erupt behind my eyelids, pressure building low in my spine, and as my tongue parts her lips and she feeds me a long, low moan, it would seem neither of us can hold back any longer.

Grace wraps her arms around my shoulders as she throws her head back onto the bed and arches her back, her cunt pulsating around my throbbing cock. My lips pepper their way down to her neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh as my balls draw up and I spill deep inside her pussy.

Filling her up.

Marking her.

By the time the last drop spurts out, we’re both covered in sweat and out of breath. I don’t pull out of her right away, instead savoring her warmth. Grace’s fingers gently thread through the hair on the back of my head, her nails occasionally raking along my scalp. The sensation is relaxing, and I want more than anything to curl under the covers and sleep with her in my arms all night long, but I know that’s not possible with her kids home.

Eventually, and begrudgingly, I pull out of her and press a kiss to her lips before climbing off the bed and getting dressed. Finding her robe, Grace slips it on, tying it around her waist before peering up at me with tired eyes and an adorable, sated smile.

This fucking girl.

“I’ll walk you out,” she offers before padding barefoot across the carpet.

Stepping onto the porch, the crisp, fall night air surrounds us, and it feels incredible. Grace turns around to face me, and she almost looks bashful as her gaze locks with mine. Silence falls over us for a moment, but it’s comfortable. Eventually, I pull her into my chest as her arms wrap around my middle, and we hold on to each other like it’s the most natural thing in the world. When the embrace ends, I bring my hand up and cup the side of her face before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight, baby girl,” I husk.

A small smile curls her lips. “Night, Daddy,” she says, sinfully sweet. “Drive safe.”

As I climb into my truck and make the short trip home, two things run through my mind on a loop. The first, how disappointing it feels knowing I’m about to climb into my bedalone,when I should have Grace beside me. And the second thought being that something between us shifted tonight. I don’t know what that is, but I can feel it, and I’m willing to bet Grace does too. We connected on a much deeper level than simply physical.

The latter should freak me out.

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