Page 49 of Skid
My eyes filled with tears as the validity of his words pierced my heart. I never realized how much I wanted someone to say those words and mean it until he spoke them against my lips.
“I love you too, Dalton.”
He kissed the tears tracking down my cheeks, and I felt his hard length brush against my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I shifted my hips, feeling the bulbous crown pressed between my wet lips. He went to pull back, and I gripped his hips, looking at him with uncertainty.
“Condom,” he remarked, and I tugged him closer.
“IUD,” I muttered, and he smiled down at me.
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you.”
Those words shifted something in both of us as he reached between us and gripped his shaft, running the head against me until he pushed his hips, slipping into me. I gasped, feeling the stretch of his enormity as my eyes rolled back in my head, forcing my lids closed. He flexed his hips, slowly pushing his monster cock into me.
When his pelvis was pressed to mine, he groaned, “Fuck, baby. You feel amazing.”
He withdrew his hips and pushed back into me, allowing me to feel every veiny inch of his shaft. Thrusting slowly, he stared into my eyes, and I clasped his cheek as he not only claimed my body, but my soul.
Faster he rocked his hips, and I lifted my ass, meeting his movements as we both grew closer to release. Leaning down, he drew a stiff nipple into his mouth and bit down on the tip, making me moan louder. The sound of slapping skin and grunting pleasures filled the room as my orgasm grew closer to the surface with every thrust of his hips.
Dalton licked his thumb and brought it down to my clit, applying pressure and rubbing circles until I dug my fingers into his back. My body shook and my legs pressed harder into his sides as the orgasm of a lifetime broke free, spotting my vision and making me tremble during his ministrations.
Dalton kept working his hips, drawing out my release, and when he felt my body relax, he pulled his wet cock from me.
“Roll over, Grace. Get on your hands and knees.”
Feeling like every muscle is made of jelly, I rolled over and pushed myself up, presenting my ass to him as he pushed between my knees and gripped one hip. I could feel his head pressing against my pussy before he shoved his length into me. I came off my hands, and my back fell against his chest as he gripped into my hips and fucked me hard.
“Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . .” I chanted between hard thrusts and started lowering my chest back to the bed.
He grasped my hair and pushed between my shoulder blades, pressing my face into the mattress as he rode me. Maintaining the grip in my hair, he pounded into me, and I felt another powerful orgasm building. My walls constricted, and I heard him behind me, praising me.
“That’s it, Grace. Come on my cock. Let that perfect pussy pop for your old man.” he urged as my face rocked against the bedsheet with my ass in the air.
“Dalton,” I moaned, and he released my hair, gripping into my hips and powering into me at a punishing pace.
The orgasm burst free, and a scream caught in my throat as everything exploded inside me. I could feel Dalton grow thicker in me before he slammed into me, filling me with his release. “Mine,” he roared into the room as I blinked away the kaleidoscope of colors.
He leaned over, kissing me at the base of my neck on my back as he whispered, “I love you, Grace, and I’m never letting you go.”
I smiled and replied, “I love you too, old man.”
He chuckled, and when I joined him, he groaned, slowly pulling out of me and collapsing on the bed. I stretched my legs out and felt his release sliding out of me as I turned my head to face him, unable to roll over off my chest. We laid there, looking at each other with goofy smiles for a few minutes before my stomach grumbled. I covered my face in embarrassment, and he moved my hand to kiss the tip of my nose.
“Let me feed my old lady.” He smiled and kissed me again.
I cleaned up in the bathroom, and we got dressed before returning to the party. When we walked around the edge of the building with Dalton’s arm over my shoulder, a chorus of whistles sounded, and I ducked my head, feeling the blush across my cheeks.
