Page 44 of Beautiful Mess

“Oh, f-fuck,” I gasp. “Daddy… f-fuck!”

“That’s my fucking good girl.” A growl rumbles out of him as he cracks another hand down on my ass, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure soaring through me, making for a mind-numbing concoction. “Daddy gives you exactly what you need, doesn’t he, Sin?”

Teeth sink into my bottom lip as I nod feverishly, a low groan ripping from my throat, my mind unable to form words with the way he’s fucking me.

“Fuckkkk,” Conway groans, the sound gravelly and deep, sending a rush of heat to my core. “You take this fucking cock so well, baby girl. The way you wrap around me and suck me right in, like your pussy is begging to be stretched and filled. Such a needy. Little. Cunt,” he bites out, each word followed by a snap of his hips.

My skin is on fire, the sounds coming out of me hoarse and animal-like, and I already know I couldn’t keep it down even if I tried. Like I have no control over my body and how he’s making me feel. Heart pounding, I bury my face into the bed, biting down on the sheets as I feel myself crest higher and higher. Conway grabs onto my bun, pulling my head back as he plants his other hand on the mattress, forcing me to look up at him.

“Don’t you dare muffle those cries, Sin,” he mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes nearly black. “I want to hear every fucking needy moan as you come all over my cock. I want the neighbors to fucking hear it. I can feel how close you are,” he growls, not letting up on my hair. The sting from my scalp only heightens the pressure building in my core. “Feel the way your cunt is squeezing my cock. So fucking greedy, aren’t you, Sin?”

I can only moan by way of response, my head swimming as my second orgasm of the night is so close I can fucking taste it.

“So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.” Conway keeps a steady pace, his dick reaching places inside of me I didn’t think possible. He’s impossibly deep. “Mmm,fuck, Sin. You’re so goddamn perfect for me. All that sass, and the way you need me to fuck it right out of you. This fat fucking ass, and the way it bounces and jiggles as I pound into it. The way your pretty pink cunt takes me so. Fucking. Good. This body was fucking made for me, Sin. You hear me?”

My legs tremble as my release slams into me, stealing my breath away as my eyes slam shut. It’s somehow more intense than the first one, and Conway talks me through it all, growling his filthy words into my ear.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “Fuck, you feel good pulsing around my cock. Give it all to me. You’re such a good girl.” His moans fill my mind, the raspy, gravel edge to them, the way they seem to make me come harder. “You’re gonna make me come, Sin. Is that what you want? Want me to coat the inside of this tight, throbbing cunt with my cum?”

“Y-yes… yes, Daddy!”

“Yes, Daddy, what?” he growls before nipping at my earlobe.

“Come… Uh, fuck! Come in my pussy, Daddy. Please, please…fill me with your cum, Daddy.”

He groans long and low, his movements becoming jerky and erratic, and I can feel the second he lets go. Feel the way his cock swells and throbs as he empties himself deep in my pussy. Conway brings his hand around the front of my throat as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, moaning through his release.

A man moaning is one of the sexiest sounds to hear, and I can’t get enough of hearinghim, specifically, moan in my ear. Once he’s finished, Conway keeps his cock buried inside of me as he rolls us onto our sides. With one arm underneath me, he wraps the other around my waist, holding me tightly against his body like he can’t bear the thought of a single part of me not touching him right now.

I can feel his heartbeat against my back, and I love the way it matches my own. As I work on steadying my breathing, I try to make sense of the way Conway seems to know my body better than even I do.

I’m the most relaxed I think I’ve ever felt in my life.

Who fucking knew sex could be like this?

Twenty

Conway

“Did you always know you wanted to own your own construction business?” Grace asks, her fingers gently running up and down my forearm.

With my cheek rested on her head, I breathe in the sweet scent of her hair. Since we finished having sex about ten minutes ago, we’ve been lying here in a comfortable silence, and I’m soaking in the feel of her body against mine.

“Not necessarily,” I murmur. “When I got into construction, I was freshly eighteen, and the only real goals or plans I had for myself was paying the bills and providing for Cole and his mom.”

“When did your goals morph into more than just getting by?”

“When I was about twenty-three.” I don’t have to think about it; the answer comes easily to my mind. “Richie, my boss back then, was a great guy, and he always saw something in me that I could never see. He hired a scared kid who had zero experience and was barely old enough to have a new wife and a baby on the way. Richie took me under his wing and taught me everything he knew.”

“Richie Sandoval?” Grace asks, rolling over in my arms to face me. Even though the room is mostly dark, with only the light from the kitchen down the hall spilling in, I can make out how her cheeks are still flushed from what we just did, her hair sweaty and disheveled on top of her head, and there’s a little bit of black smudged under her eyes from her make-up, and even still, the sight of her is breathtaking. Seeing Grace looking relaxed and less than done up is a beautiful sight. One I could see myself getting used to.

“The one and only,” I reply before leaning in, unable to help myself, and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her eyelids flutter and she breathes out a sigh that warms my chest.

“It doesn’t surprise me that he gave you a job,” she murmurs softly. “That man has such a big, giving heart. So does his wife, Teresa. She was my teacher junior year.”

“She was mine senior year.”

Grace’s eyes crinkle as she smiles up at me. “No way.”

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