Page 73 of Grace's Redemption
”You fucking little slut.” He slapped my ass again.
I stilled.
He pushed my skirt up and pushed my panties to the side.
I gripped the front of the bench as he plunged two fingers into my center.
I was dripping wet.
“Gracie.” He seemed surprised and excited. “You get so wet like the slutty little gang groupie you were raised to be.”
His words hit a deep spot in my heart. My mind swirled. I struggled against his hold.
He held me tighter and dug into my pussy. I felt it in my stomach.
I groaned against his onslaught.
“That’s it, Gracie.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Fucking beg for it.”
I kept my mouth shut.
Mase removed his fingers and slapped my ass again. I tensed while arching my back and giving him better access.
He pulled my panties down and continued to swirl his sticky fingers around in my pussy.
I bounced back on his hand.
“Yeah,” He growled. “You learned some new tricks since you’ve been gone.” He chuckled and pressed his fingers deep inside me. His thumb pressed on my clit.
“Oh my God.” I moaned.
I pulled one arm free of his hold, but instead of pushing him off of me. I rested again the exposed brick wall in front of me and braced myself.
“ What’s wrong?” I tilted my head back. “You forgot how to fuck since I’ve been gone?”
He removed his finger and slapped my ass.
My skin stung.
I must have struck a nerve. He unbuttoned his pants, pulled his cock out, and shoved it deep inside of me.
The air left my lungs. I scratched my nails on the brick and groaned.
“That how you like to be fucked now, Gracie.” He pulled out and slammed back into me.
The air returned to my lungs.
I screamed as an orgasm ripped through my body and tried to push him out.
“Oh no.” Mase put a hand around my waist. It tilted my ass up and he pushed through my orgasm until his pelvis was flush with my backside. He stayed there, impossibly hard.
I was full of him.
The bench bit into my thighs.
My pussy convulsed on him and my orgasm dissipated a bit.
He started fucking me. Hard and fast. He gripped the valley between my hips and thighs to gain leverage. He stopped speaking, which hurt my heart. He was using me to get off and I didn’t like it.
