Page 76 of A Taste of Grace

“Thank you. Where did that come from?”

“I thought about how kind you were about Mother’s Day. And your patience with the girls. You humor Esther every time she asks for a brother.”

I chuckled.

“I’m just in agreement with her.”

Grace blushed.

“See…you’re like a powerful king on a throne. All authoritative and confident. Such an amazing daddy.”

Grace rose from her seat and came to my side, resting her hand on my shoulder and kissing the top of my head.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and inhaled her shower-fresh scent. My chest swelled at her beauty and blatant encouragement.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish, love. I’m the kind of daddy that fills mommies’ sweet mouths with things that have them begging for good loving.”

“You promise?”

Woman…

“I want to give Esther her prayer request.” I lifted her short gray dress with one hand and massaged her bare behind. “Thank you for being obedient. It’s so efficient when I need to slip between your hot legs.”

Grace wiggled beneath my hands as they roamed over her smooth flesh.

“Sit on me.” I pushed away from the desk, lowered my gray sweatpants, and patted my lap.

Grace rubbed my growing erection then straddled me, lowering and nestling her fat ass against my hardness.

I bit her earlobe.

“Remember when I told you I’d rub my hot slit against you so hard you’d cream in your pants?”

“Yeah, except I’ve already lowered my pants for you. Cream right on me, baby.”

“You’re so bad,” she whispered, making my spine tingle.

“Scream as loud as you want when you ride me.”

I lowered the spaghetti straps of Grace’s casual cotton dress. Her dress pooled at her waist. I planted my hands on her hips, guiding her wetness toward me. She slowly grinded on me, sinking deeper onto me each time. Within seconds, I slid into her with ease. I whimpered and bit my lip as she rode me slowly.

“Take what you need. You better not stop,” I growled.

“I…won’t.”

As Grace got lost in her rhythm, I massaged her pebbled breasts. Our bodies rocked in sync, and I bit my lip, almost drawing blood. She paused and tilted her head back at me.

“Tell me why Madeline left this angel dick.”

I grunted and frowned, ready to curse her out disrupting our flow to mention my trifling ex-wife.

“I don’t want to talk about a crackhead.”

To shut Grace up, I grabbed her hips and slowly pounded her body into oblivion.

“I’m cumming.” She rode me so hard she slipped off my erection several times.

I held her steady so I could get my nut out.

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