Fuck. I’ve heard those exact words before... in one of the many fantasy sex reels I have of Grace floating around in my head. Hearing those words turns me on almost to the point of combustion. I swallow hard.
“Start with your hands. Stroke me.”
Hesitantly, she wraps her fingers around my shaft and moves her hand up and down.
“Squeeze just a little harder,” I tell her.
Her hold tightens, making me moan. The warm, gentle touch feels amazing. Gaining more confidence, she moves faster.
“That’s it. Now swirl your tongue over my tip.”
She does, and I almost shuttle through the car’s roof. Shit. Who knew giving blow job instructions could be this hot? Gazing at Grace, I almost cum just at the sight of her on her knees with my cock between her sweet lips.
“Keep your hands on me. Keep stroking and suck me off.”
My grunt of pleasure fills the silence.
“Now, take me deeper.”
Grace is a fast learner, and she’s already caught on to how much pressure and suction I prefer. I reverently caress her cheek, a little stunned by the intensity of the affection I feel for her. It hit me in the chest just now.
Soon, she’s moving with certainty and driving me wild. My control slips and I fist her hair, forcing her to take more. Just as I catch up on myself and rein in my enthusiasm, I realize Grace doesn’t seem to mind. She moans and moves faster, in rhythm with my vigorous movement.
I’m nearing my breaking point, so I cup her jaw and try to get her to stop. “Grace, hold on. I don’t want to—”
She doesn’t stop. Instead, she grips me harder and takes me deeper. I growl a string of expletives as I shoot my load, shuddering uncontrollably. I gawk at her as she swallows and peeks up at me through her lashes.
“Jesus, Grace. I didn’t want to—”
“I don’t mind. Iwantedyou to.”
I blow out a breath. I’ve said it before—she’sperfect.
“How did I do?” Her sly smile brings out my own.
“You were exceptional.” As I stare at her, I swear I feel a part of the wall I build around myself crumble.