Page 119 of Broken Dreams
My fingers slide through my wetness, and I have to use every ounce of control not to scream, not that I could make any sound with his dick in my mouth.
“Now I want you to play with yourself and convince me you’re faking it.”
I don’t know that I can fake it. I’m so close already. I want to argue, but I’m desperate.
So, I start to whimper, my finger making circles, forcing me higher.
Grady stills. “Give me your eyes, Addison.”
I lift my gaze to his, his hips still rhythmically moving as though we have all the time in the world.
He looks down at me. “You look like a fucking goddess on your knees, hand touching your perfect skin, my cock in your mouth as spit drips down your chin.”
I moan again. My God, this is happening.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? You’re such a good girl, sucking my cock like it’s your favorite thing.”
Yeah, it is my favorite thing. However, I can’t speak to tell him that, so I hope my eyes do.
“Now, I want you to orgasm. If you’re not there, fake it. I’ll tell you if it’s real or not.”
I circle my clit faster. There’s no faking it. The way he’s looking at me, talking to me, pushing me higher without him putting a single finger on me.
God, I can’t stop.
His dick in my mouth, pumping slowly. I want it faster. I want him to feel this out of control too. It’s not fair that it’s just me.
I move my head faster, my other hand wrapped around his cock, sucking him deeper in my throat as my orgasm is right at the top.
But he pulls away, leaving my lips, and I cry out. Wanting him back. “Grady!” I scream in frustration, my knees aching, and desperate for an orgasm.
I circle my clit, flicking it harder so I can get there before I die. I part my legs to give myself better access, and then he touches me, just a little. He pulls my chin up so I can look at him. “I want to hear it, dove.”
The endearment, the sweet endearment and the connection between us is so intense, I can’t hold back. I close my eyes and let the pleasure of it wash over me as my orgasm rocks through me.
Grady pushes my hand aside and sinks his finger in, fucking me with his hand as I fall apart. My head falls forward to his chest as I pant with my heart racing. “That’s it, baby, let it go. I have you.”
When it finally stops, he smiles at me. “That was real.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I say with a laugh.
“Now, as promised, we’re going to try for two.”
He scoops me up, bringing me to the bed, and this time he’s on his knees, my legs over his shoulders, and he makes me come again.
* * *
It feels weird being here, but when I mentioned to Grady that I wanted to visit Isaac’s grave, he asked if he could go with me.
So, we’re here, walking hand in hand to the gravesite.
“It’s beautiful here,” Grady observes. “I’ve never seen a cemetery like this.”
“Do you see that spot over there?” I point to the cliff that juts out to a point. “That’s where he proposed to me. This cliff, the fact that you can hear the ocean is why I made this his final resting place.” That and really there aren’t many cemeteries around here.
Grady squeezes my hand. “I’m sure he’s at peace.”
Well, if he was, I have no idea if he will be with me bringing a guy to his grave, but I needed to visit him today, and a part of me thinks Isaac would’ve liked Grady. Minus the sleeping with me thing.
