Page 65 of She Gives Love a Bad Name

Of all the lovers I’ve had, none has made me feel this way. Like I’m treasured, loved, worshipped. Grant gives me a glimpse of his softer side, and I’m swept away by his attention. It’s easy to soak up when I’ve never had anything like it before.

He explores my mouth, abandoning it to follow his questing fingers. They tease my breasts, smooth over my stomach. They part my thighs, giving him uninhibited access to the place where I ache for him.

The moment his tongue slides against my folds, putting gentle pressure on my clit, I moan. The sound echoes off the bedroom walls.

“More,” I beg, uncaring of anything but him. Of us.

Grant licks my pussy until I’m squirming and panting. It’s not until I thread my fingers in his hair and pull that he breaks free, lips gleaming in a proud smile.

“If you don’t fuck me soon...” I leave the implications to his imagination.

His breath tickles my thigh when he laughs. Without hesitation, he pulls himself up and fits his cock to me. I groan with pure bliss as he slides in.

In a single thrust, he’s bound to me. I wrap my legs around him and rock my hips.

It’s corny and sentimental, but he fits perfectly. Thick and deep, his cock fills me in ways I never imagined. I could stay like this, wrapped in him, forever. Safe. Warm. Satisfied.

He matches my movements with his own, and I’m swept away by the storm. Pleasure fills me, wave after wave, until I’m lost in him.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur against his mouth.

Grant pins my wrists to the bed and drives deeper. Our frantic breath mingles as he pushes me harder, milking pleasure from both of us. He doubles his efforts like a man desperate to find absolution. I meet him, match his hunger with my own.

He rolls me onto my stomach, lifting my hips off the bed before filling me again. I’m so close, rocking back against his hips, impaling myself on his cock. He leans over me, his chest slick against my spine, and slides two fingers over my clit.

Pleasure shoots through me as he rubs gentle circles, coaxing my orgasm closer and closer.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His words ignite the flame.

“Fuck.” I choke out the word as my climax takes hold. It rips through me, and I collapse against the bed, boneless and weak as it pulses through me.

Grant grabs my hips and takes his own pleasure. His soft groan cuts through my sated haze. He smooths his hands over my ass and gently lowers me to the bed. My thighs are slick with our release, but he pulls me against him, holding me close.

After a few moments, he strokes my arm. “You okay?”

“Never better.” I roll over and face him. “You?”

“I might have injured my hip.”

“What?” I jerk back. “Which one?”

He laughs, and the sound infuriates me. He’s teasing.

I shove him and pout. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Joke about your age by faking injuries.”

“I mean, my hip is pretty sore.” He rubs it. “Maybe you should take it easy on me next time.”

“Stop it. You’re not old.”

“You’re right.” He takes my hand and kisses my fingertips. “I don’t feeloldwhen I’m with you. I feel ancient.”

“That’s it.” I scoot to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” He reaches for me, but I slide from the bed.

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