Page 85 of Beautiful Mess

And that’s all the warning I get.

Conway isn’t slow, and he sure as fuck isn’t gentle, as he thrusts into me, and I fucking love it. Love the way my body stretches to fit all of him, the pleasure that floods my system, the way his pelvis crashes into my ass when he bottoms out, feeding me every last impressive inch. I let out a long, low, muffled moan, fingers curling against the mirror as I fight to maintain the position.

“Fuckkkk,” he groans through a tight jaw. “Your cunt is fucking perfect.” Pulling out to the tip, he slams back in, harder this time. “So fucking good.”Thrust.“So tight.”Thrust.“Fucking made for me.”Thrust.

My heart stammers as I take in my own reflection. Watching myself get completely ravaged by this strong, powerful man, and how utterly disheveled and insatiable I look while doing it is, hands down, one of the hottest sights I’ve ever seen. Smudged make up, hair tousled and wild, eyes wet and bloodshot, and the panties…God,the sight of the black lace crudely stuffed in my mouth, with saliva spilling out the corners and down my chin is filthy, and also empowering. Being able to bethisfree with a man, to take what I want—what I crave—without feeling embarrassed, is a rush. Sliding my gaze over, I drink in the sight of Conway. The way he’s already watching me. The way he’s ruthlessly pounding into me. The way his jaw is slack, and sweat glistens across his wide, burly chest.

There is nothing quiet or contained about the moans and cries coming out of me, even with the panties in my mouth, sounding animalistic to my own ears, but I’m too far gone to care.

Let everyone hear us.

Let them hear how good he gives it to me.

Conway grips my hip, nails biting into the flesh as he brings his other hand to my shoulder, holding on to it as leverage while he pounds into me savagely, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. “You’re so goddamn pretty,” he rasps. “Taking my cock like the good fucking girl you are.” The smile that tugs on his lips is dripping with lust. “Is this what you needed, Sin?”

I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust, my eyes never leaving his in the mirror. Brows cinched tightly, I whimper as I nod feverishly before he reaches up and pulls the lace out of my mouth, a pool of spit dripping down my chin before I can stop it.

“Words, baby girl. Is this what you needed, hmm? Getting fucked like a dirty little slut in the bathroom?”

A broken moan pulls from my throat as I cry out, “Yes! Daddy—f-fuck—I need you, need your fat cock.Please, Daddy.”

“That’s fucking right,” he growls. “Tell me what else you need, baby girl. Let me hear it.”

My mind is light and floaty, body thrumming as Conway groans, switching to rough, shallow strokes, hitting impossibly deep. His grip on my hip turns painful, mixing deliciously with the pleasure. I drop my head down, eyes rolling back as everything intensifies. Sweat covers my body, heart galloping against my ribs, and my skin tingles in a way that feels like heaven. My knees and my arms tremble from holding myself up.

“Fuck! Fill me up,” I cry out. “I need you to come in my pussy. Need you to make a mess of me, Daddy.”

As if Conway can read my mind, knowing exactly what I need without me having to say a word, he wraps his arms around my waist and throat, pulling me back until I’m flush with his chest, standing up on the tips of my toes. The change in angle has my eyes crossing as I reach behind us and grab a fistful of his hair, resting my head against his shoulder as we hold each other’s gaze in the mirror. Time doesn’t exist right now—nothing does, except him and I—and it’s as if we become one. Where he ends and I begin doesn’t matter.

“I fucking love when you beg for what you want, baby girl.” Conway brings his hand down, fingers easily finding my clit, and it becomes impossible to think or breathe or do anything other than drown in the pleasure coursing through my body. If it weren’t for his hold on me, it feels like I’d float away. “You want me to come in this tight, perfect little pussy?” Nodding, my breath comes out in harsh pants. “Yeah…want to feel me dripping down your leg when we’re done?” Another nod as pressure builds in my core. “Such a fucking filthy girl.Myfilthy girl.”

Gasping for air and unable to hold on any longer, my muscles tense moments before I let go. The second one hits harder than the first time as euphoria floods my system, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. Wave after wave crashes over me, each one more intense than the last. Tingles spread along my arms, over my chest, and down my legs, a full body burst of pleasure.

“That’s it,” he rasps in my ear. “I fucking love the way your greedy little cunt squeezes and soaks my cock.” He groans, the sound vibrating through me, and I can tell by his movements that he’s getting close. I need it. More than I needed my own. “Fuck, you listen so well too. Giving Daddy exactly what he wants. Such agood. Fucking. Girlyou are, Grace.”

I whimper, eyebrows cinched. Something about hearing him say my name instead of “baby girl” or “Sin” feels different. More intimate. It’s heady, especially with the eye contact he’s holding with me in the mirror.

A moment later, Conway’s body tenses and stills before his cock pulses, emptying his seed deep inside me. His rough, deep groans surround me, the hold on me punishing, as he rides the high. Once he’s finished, Conway rests his sweat slick forehead on my shoulder as his body sags against mine. I press my hand against the glass, steadying us both as we work on regulating our breathing.

That was…intense.Wow.

“Fuck, I missed this,” I blurt out, feeling Conway’s body shake behind me as he chuckles.

“Yeah, me too,” he drawls. “We’re never going that long again.”

I giggle. “I can’t believe we just did that in here. Do you think anybody heard us?”

“Oh, a hundred percent,” he drawls, causing my cheeks to heat.

We stay like that for another minute before Conway stands, smacking a hand to my ass. “Come on,” he mutters. “Let’s sneak out of here before we get in trouble, then go back to the hotel room, shower, and do it again.”

Turning toward him, he grips my neck, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before we get dressed and I make my face and hair look as presentable as possible, all while one blaring thought fills my mind: It’s a thought I’ve had before, one I think maybe I’ve known for a while, but as our eyes meet in the mirror one last time, a flirty look shared between us that says a thousand words at once, I feel its truth deep in my soul.

I am so unbelievably in love with this man.

And for once, the weight of those feelings doesn’t paralyze me with fear.

It comforts me, like it should. Like I always wished it would.

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