Page 46 of Daddy's Game

Her mouth flew open as she flopped onto her back. The phone fell onto the floor, but I could see her reflection on the vanity mirror. Grace lifted her haunches in the air and cried out, the dildo shooting out to bounce and dance on the bed, still humming away. She flopped back down like a landed fish, screaming and tearing at her sheets as the nipple chain drew taut.

At last she laid there panting, chest rising and falling. Grace let out a giddy laugh as she stared at the ceiling.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as an aftershock fluttered through her body.

Her doorbell rang.

“Who in the hell could that be?”

“Me. I’m standing outside your door.”

17

GRACE

Every time that I thought Brock couldn’t surprise me any more, he went and did something even more over the top than ever before.

“Are those flowers?”

“Yes, a dozen red roses cryogenically preserved to bloom at their absolute peak. And these are for you, too.”

I took a step back under the deluge of gifts. The roses smelled sweet and fresh as the day they were picked. A heart shaped, gold foil wrapped box turned out to contain a delightful array of delicious chocolates. There was a bottle of champagne, too, but at that point I was more overwhelmed than delighted.

“What on earth is all of this for–”

He leaned in and kissed me. Hard. Deep. Leaving no doubt as to where his passions lay. I gripped my gifts more tightly against me, both to keep them from falling and maybe to protect my suddenly vulnerable heart.

Brock pulled away at last, his eyes burning with heat enough to make me melt into a puddle.

“I had to see you again.”

His husky voiced declaration sent pulses of delight through my entire body. He had to see me. Not that he just wanted to. He had to.

He kissed me again, and somewhere in the torrid swirl of his mouth on my own and his hands roaming around my back, I managed to stow my presents in a more or less secure location.

Brock took me to my bedroom and pushed me down onto the mattress. He climbed on top of me, using his knees to splay my thighs further. Only then did he start to disrobe, beginning with taking off his tie.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“You were complaining that I didn’t finish the job, weren’t you?”

He reached out and grasped me under the chin, his thumb digging into my flesh but not painfully so. I laid there, trapped in his grip, as he bent his face low to my own.

“Do you want my cock inside of you, Grace?”

I couldn’t nod, not with his hand holding me still. I stammered out my reply in a throaty whisper.

“Yes…”

He crushed his lips on top of my own, stealing my breath with a kiss born of pure passion. Then he reared up and hastily shrugged out of his shirt. I reached up to caress the hard knots of muscle on his abdomen while he struggled to undo his belt.

Brock slipped out of his trousers at last, and shirked his satin briefs a moment later. My eyes widened at the sight of him fully naked and aroused for the first time.

He knelt between my thighs once more, and gripped his shaft. I lifted my haunches, an expectant moan escaping through my pursed lips. Instead of slipping it inside of me, Brock used the bulbous head to caress the outside of my pussy.

I moaned long and sharp as he dragged the head through the groove of my pussy in slow, sensual motions. At the beginning of every stroke, he caressed my clit with a whisper soft touch, just enough to keep me at a hot simmer.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he gasped. His face twisted with need, his eyes swimming with affection.

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