Page 75 of Guarding Grace
I was certain he could feel the rapid beat of my heart. A few minutes later, I’d recharged enough to reach for the bulge of steel in his pants. “Your turn.”
Terry
Before I could react,Grace raised up to her knees and attacked my belt. She pulled my zipper down. I cooperated by lifting myself as she pulled my pants off. There was nothing more beautiful than watching her face as she pulled my aching cock free. I was willingly crossing the Rubicon today. If Pete hated me when he got back, that would be the price I’d have to pay. Grace and I would face him together, as a team.
She stroked me from root to head. “I always knew you’d be big, but my God…” When she added her tongue and licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip, I didn’t care if she was just stroking my ego or not.
I grunted. “Baby, you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” Yes, the view of her fisting me was intoxicating.
She dragged her hand up and down again. “I like this.”
My cock grew impossibly harder under her touch. “Baby, he likes you too.” I couldn’t stifle my groans as she pulled hard and licked me again. “Are you gonna suck me or just torture me to death?”
“If that’s what you want.” Her tongue circled my crown before her lips took me in.
I hissed out a breath and arched up into her.
She met me and sucked me in deep before lifting off and releasing me with a pop.
“That’s it, baby.” I reached for her hair.
She batted my hand away and broke contact. “I’m in charge,” she announced, and for once I didn’t argue with her.
She fisted the base of my shaft and began a rhythmic slide of her lips up and down, taking me deep, sucking me hard. All the while, she maintained eye contact.
I couldn’t look away. It was a vixen’s mind-meld as she held me in her trance, watching my reaction to her tongue, the way she hummed around my cock, the strength of her grip, every little thing.
When she cupped my balls with her other hand, I tensed, so close toblowing that I couldn’t take it. I pulled her hair, lifting her off me. “Baby,” I bit out hoarsely. “I’m not coming in your mouth the first time we do this.”
“I said it’s your turn. Let me finish you.”
“No. I’m going to finish inside you, with your sweet pussy clamping down around me and you screaming my name so loud they hear it in Vegas. And you’re going to come again and again for me, baby—all night long.”
Her smile said she wasn’t going to argue.
Then my phone rang. “Fuck.” It was Lucas’s ringtone.
“Just let it go,” she pleaded as she stroked me again.
“I can’t. It’s Lucas.” One of our inviolable rules was that you always picked up a call from the boss.
Rolling off the sectional, I answered, “Goodwin.”
“How is Grace doing?”
I looked over at her. With the flush in her cheeks from what we’d been doing, she looked perfect to me. “Just fine, considering all she’s been through today.”
“Good. Tell her Constance is on her way with her things. She’ll be there any minute.”
“Copy that. What do we know about the two who shot at us?”
“They’re not a part of Russo’s crew. We established that much, but they’re scared of whoever hired them and won’t talk.”
“Marku?” I asked.
“Could be. Or whoever the buyer of that shipment is. Jordy and Winston are still getting confirmation on that. This is turning into a real shitshow, so whatever was in that case had to be something special. You just keep our girl safe.”
I looked at Grace and smiled. “Copy that.”
