Page 126 of Grace

Somehow, I managed the condom I’d hid clandestinely beneath the pillows earlier. I pushed back on his hot, stony frame to open the package then rolled on the condom with shaky hands, I wanted him so bad. The wide crest of his head was slippery with precum and I reveled its throb in my hands down to the thick, wiry root of him. When I’d successfully applied the rubber, Jas wasted no time and dipped to enter me. I sucked in a breath at the strain, reminded of our distance over the past few days. His eyes strained over me as his hips made shallow thrusts in a circular fashion.

Our mouths met again in my desire to taste him, inhale his virility. In time, Jas drilled through my pliant walls, settling into me so the real games could begin. He pulled back from my mouth and sighed heavily as though tortured by his new depth. Those soft lips brushed down my chest as he thrust deep.

“See,” I panted. “Doesn’t it feel good to throw…caution to the…wind”—his weight was heavy, girth swollen, penetrating me—“and go with what feels good?”

Hehadto be happy with my impromptu visit tonight. This was evidence of it.

I felt his nod in my bosom. Then Jas lifted his face, exposing the loose muscles around his eyes and mouth, countenance appearing drugged as he pulled torturously out of me. His breathing was ragged as he peeled the condom from his fullness. I gasped when he glided into me again, feeling more at home than ever. His half-mast eyes hooked into mine almost as though daring me to admonish him. Is this what he wanted? Did Jas want to feel me without a barrier? Was I okay with that? I was too sedated with pleasure to know.

And after a few thrusts, coating his bare skin with me, logicality dissipated by the second. Taking over was a sensation so overwhelming, so powerful. It was too much to endure. He moaned into my neck. My thighs widened and upturned hips moved against his potent strokes. Jas had been thinking of me. He wanted to remove another barrier to expose his being to me. That’s what my mind registered, and from there, my body understood the assignment. Before I knew it, another orgasm had approached, ravishing me, stealing my breath, vision, and mind as I squeezed around him.

When I could see again, I reached for Jas’ face and kissed him deep. He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other. I was too full, he was too thick. The pressure of his weight everywhere was a new height of pleasure, forcing me to let go of his mouth to breathe through this. Each plunge was felt even without filling me to the hilt. The depth didn’t matter in this position. Jas’ generous girth did all the work. I couldn’t take him all in comfortably, but in the overwhelmingness of the tension, he rubbed against nerve-endings that deliciously eased the pressure.

“Shi…” he droned, head snapping back as though pained.

I grabbed the flexing wings of his back, encouraging his quest. This position wasn’t new to me, but the sensation was. I’d never known a relationship between pain and pleasure. And Jas’ powerful body and vulnerability was a heady concoction. He pushed at the back of my hiked thighs, sitting up and widening his knees around me on the mattress, altering the angle again. I glanced down at our meeting point, stunned by the sight of his thick, pulsing shaft coated by my need of him.

“You good?” He reached over and rubbed my clit, sending a surge of pressure pleasure straight to my groin.

I trilled breathlessly, “I’m full.”

“You’re beautiful this way.”

I reached up and thumbed his bottom lip, pressing in toward his chin. “You make me feel beautiful in every way.”

“Because you are. You’re the baddest thing I’ve ever seen,” he strained. “This can’t be good for me.”

But Jas kept with gentle thrusts, thrusts creating a warmth in my groin. No way I could come like this. I could barely breathe!

“I’m…perfect for you.” The pressure from my thighs being pushed into my chest and the warmth of his roving finger on my clit made it hard to speak.

“I ain’t like not seeing you every day. Feeling you every day.” His face looked pained again. “Even apologizing to you. I missed it…all. I ‘on’t wanna miss you, Shi.” He glided in and out of me. “I wanna…have you. Want you to have…me. All of me.”

Baby…

My heart blossomed and head pushed back, deeper into the mattress. My tongue darted out to wet my dry lip. “Tell me.” I began to stroke upward, meeting the pleasure.

“Tell you what?” he whispered, eyes threatening to close, Jas was enjoying this friction, too.

He drove deeper into me, fingers polishing faster.

I was breathless, demanding, “Tell me.”

“What?”

Jas was playing coy when there felt to be a shortage of time. “What’s your name?”

The speed of his fingers quickened and the walls of my sex softened during contraction, taking more of him in. Pleasure mounted and mounted.

Shit!

He felt amazing everywhere. My pussy writhed around him, hips jerked as I exploded, screaming, overwhelmed by the onslaught of delicious bombs. My head pushed back into the mattress, trapping me, limiting my movements. All I could do was take the pleasure shooting throughout my body. Then Jas leaned over my jolting body, encroaching with his heavy presence, and kissed me. His tongue muting my cries until they stopped, hips still plummeting powerfully.

When he pulled back, his mouth went to my ear, breaths lewdly heavy. “Oh, Mrs. Sinclair, you just came for me sogooood,” he droned. “I’m gonna make you do it again.”

Sinclair? Who was Mrs. Sinclair?

But I couldn’t ask. Suddenly, he felt bigger. Jas’ mewled tampered cries, blasting inside of me while plundering into my core with wild abandon.

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