Page 71 of Beautiful Mess

Before she even says a word, I already know whatever’s about to come out of her mouth is going to be sassy and the exact opposite of what I just told her. Never in my life have I been with a woman who is so equally infuriating and irresistible. And even more than that, everything infuriating about her turns me on like nothing else ever has.

“Aww, is somebody feeling a little insecure, knowing I’ve fucked both of the men in this house?” The wrinkles around her eyes crease as she grins up at me. “Need me to stroke your big man ego and tell you that you’re doing a good job, is that it?”

A deep chuckle rumbles from my throat as I stare down at the stubborn, bratty, beautiful fucking mess of a woman beneath me. Every last nerve ending in my body is tingling, drunk on everything about Grace. Her attitude, her breathtaking face, the way she holds on to me as her pussy stretches to take me like her body was made for me. She’s maddening and intoxicating.

“You’ve got it all wrong, baby girl,” I rasp as I bring my hand around to the back of her head, fisting the thick, sweaty strands on her nape. “Remember what I said about the difference between fucking boys and men?” She doesn’t say a word, but her eyes narrow as she listens. “Yeah, you may have fucked us both, but your body speaks fucking volumes. I already know with absolute certainty that I give it to you better than he ever could. Better than anybody before me.”

Lips parted, Grace’s throat flexes as she swallows, her nails digging into my neck.

“The way your muscles tense,” I go on, trailing a finger down the center of her chest. “The way your beautiful, fair skin glistens with sweat as you try to hold back, the way you’re barely keeping quiet—all of it proves my point. You hear that, Sin?” My gaze leaves hers as it drops down to where we’re connected. My thumb replaces her fingers on her swollen clit, and her head drops back as she breathes out a groan. “Hear the way my cock sounds destroying your sweet fucking cunt? Your pussy has a chokehold on my dick. Soaking wet and fucking desperate to come. You’re right there, aren’t you, baby girl?”

Lifting my gaze, the sight of her flushed cheeks and lust-drunk expression nearly pushes me over the edge. Both hands now planted on the dryer behind her, she gazes up at me from beneath heavy eyelids, lips, cherry red and plump, parted as she inches closer to oblivion, not even aware of how close I am to following her. I’ve never seen anything more spectacular than the sight of Grace giving in to and taking her own pleasure.

I grip the back of her neck, leaning down to bring my face to hers. Breathing her in. Reveling in the fact that I’m lucky enough to experience her like this. “You’re fucking trembling, baby girl,” I groan into her mouth, a smile pulling on my lips as she moans softly. “Does my girl need to come?”

“Yes,” she cries. “Please, Daddy. It feelssofucking good.”

“What does? Explain it for Daddy.”

Grace brings a hand to the side of my face, her hungry eyes boring into mine as I swallow down her breathless moans. “Your cock,” she pants. “The way your big, thick cock barely fits in my pussy. The way you fuck me so deep”—her words are drowned out by the low, raspy moan falling off her lips as her eyes roll back—“and so hard.” She continues, voice strained. “You fuck my pussy so good, Daddy. So,sogood. And I’m barely holding on. Please, please let me come all over your big, fat cock.”

Sweat pours down my back, my heart going a mile a minute as pleasure rips through my body. I’m so goddamn close, and hearing her beg me like that, hearing the arousal wrapped around every word, feeling her pulse around me, and seeing the look of ecstasy on her face is enough to bring me to my fucking knees.

I crash my lips down onto hers, tongue delving into her mouth, tasting hers once before pulling back to look her in the eyes. “Come for me, Grace,” I growl, feeling my balls tighten. “I want to feel you explode for me.”

As if permission was all she needed, Grace throws her head back, eyes slamming shut as I feel her pussy contract around me. Her moans are guttural and not at all quiet, but I can’t find it in me to care as I press my lips greedily to her throat. Her orgasm is a detonator for mine. My muscles tighten and my cock pulses, spilling my load deep inside her. I’m utterly and shamelessly consumed by this woman. My head swims, a hazy fog swirling around as I ride through my release, so lost in the moment and in Grace, I’m completely unaware of my surroundings.

Until it’s too late.

“What the fuck, Dad?”

Cole’s voice cuts through the fog, splashing over me like a bucket of ice water, and reality hits me in the blink of an eye. Grace yelps and jerks away from me, quickly trying to right her clothes as our eyes meet, the panic and shock looking back at me certainly matching my own.

“Oh, god,” Grace murmurs, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.

As quickly as I can, I tuck myself inside my jeans before turning toward my son, who’s standing in the doorway to the laundry room, a look of sheer disgust on his face. “Cole,” I say quietly, holding up my hand like I’m trying not to scare a wild animal. “Let me explain. Please.”

Cole’s wide eyes dart over my shoulder to Grace, and something bitter and ugly hits me in the gut, knowing he’s seeing her like this, and wanting to protect her from the discomfort I know she’s feeling. He looks at Grace for no more than a few seconds before his anger-fueled gaze slices back to mine.

“I just walked in on my dad railing my fucking ex-girlfriend on the dryer,” he scoffs, face twisted up. “What exactly is there to explain?” Cole fists the hair on top of his head, breathing out a humorless laugh. “Wow. This issofucked up. I can’t fucking believe this.”

Shoving my back, Grace hops down from the dryer, and when I glance back at her, she won’t look at me. “I’m gonna go,” she mumbles, fixing her skirt again.

“Wait, we can talk?—”

“Conway, no!” she snaps, cutting me off and stepping around me. The fact that shestillwon’t look at me slices into my chest like a serrated knife. “Cole’s right, this is fucked up. I’m. Leaving.” Looking up at Cole, she motions for him to move. “Excuse me.”

Cole doesn’t budge. Arms folded over his chest, his gaze alternates between the two of us. “Nobody is leaving until I find out how the fuck this happened.”

Rolling her shoulders back, Grace clenches her jaw as she exhales harshly through her nose. “Cole, if you don’t get the fuck out of my way, I will not be held responsible for what I do. Now, get out of my fucking way so I can leave.”

After a few seconds pass, I start to think she may actually physically move him out of the way but, finally, he steps to the side, and without a second glance, Grace storms out of the laundry room moments before the sound of the front door slamming reaches my ears. The urge to go after her is strong, and almost impossible to ignore, but I can only deal with one thing at a time, and my son has to be my first priority right now.

Fuck, this is bad.

Thirty

Grace

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