Page 39 of Grace's Revelation
“Let’s get out of here.” He kissed me on the lips, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the booth.
I had to walk in double time as we made our way across the casino and into the hotel lobby. We scooted into an elevator with six other people. Mase and I were in the back. My back was plastered to his front.
He held me right up against him with his cock resting between my ass. He was so hard and so big. I concentrated on keeping quiet, as the air grew thin.
We were practically dry humping as the elevator lurched and stopped at several floors. Ten more floors and we would have both gotten off.
We finally reached our floor.
“Which room?” he asked.
I took the key out of my purse and handed it to him.
He pulled me to him, tugging on my chain.
“When we get into this room Gracie,” he kissed me. “I’m going to make you mine.”
I opened my mouth to tell him, but he stopped me with a kiss.
I already am.
* * *
Mase openedthe door and ushered me in. I walked in and laid my purse down on the dresser and walked over to the window and stared down at the Potomac. It snaked around the building toward DC.
Mase stood behind me. The heat of his body felt good against my bare skin. He unbuttoned the dress at my neck and ran his knuckles down my spine.
I shivered and placed my palms on the glass to steady myself.
The top of the dress fell down around my waist.
Mase knelt down behind me, making quick work of the final two buttons at the top of my ass and the dress fell down around my ankles.
“God, your ass . . .” He ran his fingers along the seam of my boy shorts as he kissed my lower back. His tongue darted out and licked the top of my ass crack as he peeled the shorts off.
I looked down as Mase’s hands made their way up my shins and over my thighs. He rested them on my hips. He pushed his face between my ass cheeks and licked me from bottom to top.
“Oh, my God, Mase.” I spread my legs for him. His tongue tickled as it probed my backside. I was already wet and aching from the foreplay at dinner. I looked back over my shoulder. “What are you …” My voice faded and settled into a moan.
He had pushed the tip of his tongue in my tight hole.
My legs wobbled, but he held me up by my hips as his tongue continued to explore. I rested my cheek on the cold glass as my body pushed back.
His left hand reached around and tapped on my clit.
I jerked, the blood rushing out of my head and into the spots where he gave me pleasure.
“That’s it Gracie.” He whispered into me. “Open for me.”
He pinched my clit.
I arched my back and as his tongue pushed further into me, he pushed two fingers into my pussy.
I jerked and spasmed around his intruding tongue and fingers and came so hard, clinging to the window. Mase stood up and held me as my orgasm dissipated.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and walked us back toward the bed.
He stepped around and motioned for me to sit on the bed.
