Page 88 of Beautiful Mess

Her eyes shine, cheeks wet, and I’m sure I look the same. “God, you’re everything, Conway.” Grace drags in a deep breath. “I wish I had more eloquent words to give you after everything you said, but I’m… I’m at a loss for words. I love you, Conway Levine. So much, it feels hard to breathe at times.” Bringing her hands up to my face, she brushes her thumb across my cheek gently.

She leans down, bringing her face to mine, and I gaze into her tear-soaked green eyes for a single moment longer before sealing my mouth to hers. Lips soft and plump, Grace parts them for me, and I swallow her breathy moan as my tongue sweeps inside, rolling against hers. The kiss is sweet and tender; there’s no hurry from either one of us, but the fervor, the sizzling need, is still ever-present. I pour everything into this kiss, professing my love to her all over again, this time in a language only we share.

Walking us deeper into the room, Grace pulls back long enough to tug her shirt over her head, letting it fall to the floor, before doing the same to me, one arm at a time since I don’t want to put her down. The affection reflecting back at me has my heart skipping a beat and my throat thick. Once Grace rids me of my shirt, I lower her onto the bed as her hands move to my pants, working the button open and sliding the zipper down, shoving them and my briefs down my thighs. Never once does our eye contact falter. After I work them the rest of the way off, I remove the rest of her clothes until there’s nothing between us.

Without looking away, Grace scoots back on the bed, positioning herself in the center while I follow, blanketing her beautiful body with mine again. A gentle hand on my face, Grace wets her lips with her tongue and swallows before softly breathing out four words that are my undoing.

“Make love to me.”

My heart pounds as my body warms, and I press my body and my lips to hers as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My hand gently brushes down her side before settling on her thigh, squeezing it as her tongue flicks against mine. Like before, the kiss is heated and full of enough passion to make my head spin, but it’s not hurried, each brush of our lips more intentional than the last.

It takes no time at all to get hard, and when I bring my hand between us, fingers running through her slit, I’m not surprised to find her already soaked. A soft, sexy moan rolls off her tongue as I work a finger in, then two, pumping her with them and getting her ready while working her clit with my thumb. Grace’s hips rock up, pussy clenching around my fingers as her nails dig into the back of my neck. Our lips break apart, and I rest my forehead against hers, gazing into her hooded, glassy eyes as her rapid, shallow breathing fans my lips. Brows pinched and her cheeks flushed, she’s close already.

Breathy moans and the sweet, earthy aroma of her arousal fill the air around us while her stomach muscles tighten. Hearing her and watching her get closer and closer to the edge until she can’t hold on any longer sends my blood ablaze. It’s a rush unlike any other, and when Grace finally lets go, clit pulsing and her pussy constricting around my fingers, her eyes roll back until nothing but white is visible, jaw going slack, and she cries out, a throat deep, carnal moan that sends a shiver down my spine and goosebumps all over my body. Hips rocking up, Grace grinds against my hand, riding out the orgasm, while I watch her in awe, my heart in my throat and my dick aching.

Face twisted up in pleasure, taut, round breasts glistening with sweat, and her head thrown back, Grace is breathtaking. My chest squeezes and my throat aches, emotion welling up, as I watch her—watch Grace, the woman I love with every fiber of my being—and it’s overwhelming. Once she comes down, her eyes open, meeting mine, and she smiles up at me. It’s dopey and sated, but it makes my blood heat and my balls throb all the same as I coat my length with her juices. Lining up the tip to her entrance, I hold her gaze, lips so close I can taste her sweet breath, and ease inside her tight, hot channel.

Grace sucks in a sharp inhale as I fully seat myself inside her, and for a moment, I don’t move. I simply relish being so connected to her. Relish the way her eyelids are heavy as they flutter, the way her breath comes out shaky, and the way her tits feel against my chest. And most of all, in the way being with Grace feels so right. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how right she feels beneath me, or in my arms, or in my heart.

Pulling out to the tip, I sink back in slowly, Grace’s breath catching before she lets out a moan that I can feel in my balls. Strokes long and deep, I lose myself in this moment—lose myself inher. The way our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Her warmth. The way her pussy gets wetter with each thrust, how it squeezes around me. Her sensual moans, and the way they fuel the fire spreading through my veins. I lose myself in how sex has neverjustbeen about sex with Grace. It’s never beenjusta physical attraction or a means for us to both get off.

Our connection has always been way more than surface level. Everything about Grace—her body, mind, soul—leaves me entranced. In no world could I be anything less than all in with her, and as our bodies roll together, not an inch of space between us, the love we feel for each other rings loud and clear through our slick skin, heavy breathing, needy moans, and the way it feels deep in my chest when she looks at me.

Grace threads her fingers through the hair on the back of my neck, tightening her grip as her other hand rakes down my back and over the swell of my ass, squeezing the meaty flesh as the movements get more shallow and rough. I groan, balls tightening as her walls clench around me and she flicks her tongue out, dragging it across my bottom lip.

“You feel so good,” she moans, desire thick in her voice. “Your big, fat cock stretches me so good, Daddy. I’m so close.”

I press a kiss to her lips, tongue delving in for a taste before I pull back enough to meet her gaze. “Is my good girl going to come all over this cock?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, brow creased, and nods, a moan vibrating from her chest.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl,” I purr, feeling myself getting close too. Heat spreads down my spine and settles low in my balls as a rush of electricity shoots through my veins. “I love how wet you get for Daddy, how fucking needy you are for my cock.”

A smirk tugs on her lips as she giggles, nails digging into my ass cheek. “Only for you,” she breathes.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Knowing she’s right on the brink, I keep my pace, a growl rumbling in my throat as I clench my jaw, doing my best to hold back my own release, which is rapidly building. “Come on, Sin,” I coax, voice low and gruff. “Give it to Daddy. Come all over my cock, baby girl.”

Her cries become louder and more desperate, her gaze pouring into mine, as I watch the second she shatters. Head thrown back, Grace arches, arms holding me tight as she comes so fucking prettily.

“That’s my girl,” I growl, burying my face in her neck as my own release hits me like a tsunami. My balls are tight and full, and a spark of heat spreads to every corner and crevice in my body like fireworks as my cock throbs as I empty myself in her cunt, thick ropes coating her tight, contracting walls as a guttural groan rips from my chest.

Neither of us makes any attempt at moving for several long minutes. Grace’s fingers gently stroke the strands of hair at my nape as her heartbeat against my chest steadies mine. By the time I roll off her, my dick is spent and body is relaxed. Grace gets up to use the bathroom, curling up beside me when she climbs back in bed. With her head on my chest, she pulls the covers over our bodies, and we stay like that for a while. Until the sun sinks down over the skyline and the day fades into night, I hold her and breathe her in, and think about how blessed I am to have her in my life. How vastly different this feels than any other time, because while Grace may not be the first woman I’ve been with, I know in my heart and soul she will, without a doubt, be the last.

Grace Astor is it for me.

My forever.

Thirty-Eight

Grace

My stomach bottoms out as I watch him stroll through the entrance of the bakery. It’s been a slow afternoon, which I’m thankful for now. Approaching the counter, his gaze lifts and meets mine, and I’m more than a little taken aback when he flashes me a grin.

Stomach in knots, I swallow down the sour taste in the back of my throat as I force a smile on my face. “Cole, hi. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“In town, or at your bakery?” he asks with a chuckle, his tone light.

“Well, both, I suppose.” I shrug. “But I meant here, at the bakery.”

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