Page 9 of Grace's Redemption
“Listen, I know I haven’t been on a fuckfest for the last three years like some people I know," I rolled my eyes. "But I’m doing the best I can.”
“Gracie.” He shook his head and reached for me. “Come here.” He held his hand out.
I took it.
He kissed my knuckles, dropped my hand and pulled my legs forward, my torso flush up against his body.
“First of all, watch your mouth.” He leveled me with a stare.
I shook my head. My hand remained at my side.
“Second of all, I laughed because you …” he caressed my cheek. “Are so perfect. So beautiful.” He kissed down my jaw line, “and so innocent and pure.”
“And that’s funny because …”
“When I touch you,” He slid his hand between my thighs.
My throat hitched.
“It makes me giddy.” He chuckled.
I giggled as his hand moved further up my thigh.
I pulled on his collar and his lips landed on mine again. He kissed me with power and urgency and the giddiness he was talking about hit me. It was euphoric, to be touched, and caressed and worshipped by him.
His hand rested close to my pussy. I was sure he could feel the moisture on my thighs.
His little finger rubbed my center.
I gasped and flinched.
“Lay back for me.” He kissed me again and placed his hands on the center of my chest. He pushed me back on the bed.
I rested on my elbows. Watched him.
My dress didn’t cover much.
Mase leaned over and kissed my inner thighs.
He worked his way up with small little kisses on either side.
I moaned.
It was so quiet in his room. I was sure he could hear my heart thumping.
As he worked his way down, he nudged my thighs open.
“I can smell you, Gracie.” He said in a husky sexy voice I’d never heard from Mase before. Not even with his other girls.
My throat hitched.
“You want me to kiss you?” He looked up, both his hands on my legs. He yanked my legs open. “You want me to kiss that little pussy of yours?”
My insides clinched. The word sounded so dirty and sexy coming from Mase’s mouth. I nodded my head.
“Use your words, Gracie.” He said in a slightly different tone. More dominant and possessive.
“Yes.” I said. My face flushed hot.
