Page 148 of Broken Dreams
He keeps up his pace, the sound of slapping skin and sex fills the air. His hand is on my lower back, pushing me down so he gets the angle he wants. “You look so hot like this. My cock filling you, your red ass in the air. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk without thinking of me.”
“I always think of you,” I say as I toss my head to the side.
Grady grips my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and pulls. “I’m going to own you, Addison. I’m going to ride you so hard you can’t stop thinking of me.”
There is a balance of pleasure and pain that he walks perfectly. The bite of him pulling my hair is just coupled with the intense pleasure of his other hand at my clit.
“I’m close,” I warn him.
“I know. I feel your cunt clutching me. I’ve been too gentle with you the last few weeks, you’ve missed it rough.”
“Yes,” I hiss.
I’ve missed it. Not that making love to him slow and gentle hasn’t been perfect, because it has, but I like this too. I like when he’s bossy and doesn’t treat me with kid gloves.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, baby.”
He pulls on my hair harder. “That’s not what I want, and you know it.”
“I like it when your hard cock is fucking me. I like when you’re rough and make me feel good when I’m bad.”
His grip loosens and he rewards me with a deep thrust. “That’s my good girl.”
We don’t talk again. Grady focuses on fucking me hard and deep. My orgasm crashes through me without warning and I fall apart, grateful for the pillow close to my face.
I scream into it, biting the fabric as he doesn’t slow.
As the last moments of my orgasm are pulsing, he moans and finishes. The two of us crumple to the bed and he stays inside of me, arm wrapped around my middle, holding my back to his chest.
I close my eyes and lie here, my emotions scattering like broken glass. I feel so much when we’re together. As though a simple emotion is more than it was before and it’s because of him.
He makes me feel alive in a way I wasn’t before. It’s amazing on some levels and terrifying on others.
There are days I feel weak because I miss him when he’s traveling or working late. I worry about him all the damn time, which I’ve been getting better at. I also think about him all the time, I wake up and it’s Grady. I eat food and I think about Grady. When I’m going to sleep, again—Grady. It’s sort of annoying.
Then at the same time, I feel stronger, more confident, and as much as the arrangement we had wasn’t what I wanted, it was what I needed. He’s what I needed, and I love him so damn much.
“What are you thinking, my love?” Grady asks against my ear.
“That I love you.”
I can feel his smile. “It’s a good thing because I love you.”
My hand moves to his hip, wanting him to stay connected to me. “I wish that love didn’t come with all the worries.”
“What do you worry about? Let me carry those for you.”
I smile, loving him even more. “I just never want to lose this. Lose us.”
“I’m glad you feel that way.”
I look back at him, well, what little I can see. “Why is that?”
“Because I have no intention of ever losing you, dove.”
Sometimes he says the sweetest freaking things.
