Page 107 of Broken Dreams
He wraps his fingers around it, stroking. “Do you know how many times I wrap my hand around my cock imagining it’s your lips?”
I shake my head. “Tell me.”
“Every fucking day. I get in the shower, my hand resting on the wall as I stroke myself, wishing it’s your mouth that’s making my cock slick. Imagining it’s this pretty pussy and all your sweetness and heat coating it. Tonight, I get to have that wish again.”
“Grady,” I say his name softly.
“Do you want me to fill you, dove?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Do you want it hard and rough?”
“Yes.”
I want it so much. I want to feel good and lost with him. It’s not the same kind of loss I’ve had before, it’s more of a euphoric freeing that’s addictive.
“Thank fucking God.”
Then he rams into me. He grabs my legs, hooking them over his arms as he drives into me. I’m still sore from all the sex we had last night, but it feels good.
He shoves deeper, lifting my hips and thrusting savagely. Every part of me is owned by him. The sounds of our skin slapping, his breathing, my panting, and the thick smell of sex in the room.
It’s everything I’ve never known I could have.
Grady digs his fingers into my hips as he works to find a new angle, and then, like a train without brakes, my orgasm crashes over me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, tears fill my vision as the force of my climax is so intense.
I score my fingers into his forearms, needing to grip something as I fall apart.
“Fuck, Addison!” he moans loudly and follows me over.
Grady slumps forward, his breathing labored as the two of us fight for air.
I swear, I have never in my life had anything that intense. I think I might be dead.
Because no way was I living before that.
He pushes up, smirking down at me. “Feel free to disobey me anytime if that’s the kind of sex we have after.”
I laugh once and exhale. “Feel free to break into my house every night.”
And the sad part is that I mean it.
twenty-four
GRADY
It’s midnight and I can’t sleep. Tonight is the first night in three days that I’m not sneaking out to go to Addison’s and fuck her until I can’t see straight. This living with my sister thing is making that part easy.
However, we both need sleep before we leave in mere days. Only, that’s not happening.
I grab my phone and text her.
Hi.
Addison replies a second later.
Addison
