Page 82 of Daddy's Game

In the half dark confines of the closet, Brock’s scent overwhelmed me. His warmth, the smooth contours of his muscled chest were so close…

“So maybe we should try next Saturday?”

His arms encircled my waist. My hands rested on his chest.

“Yes, next Saturday sounds fine.”

His eyes softened, and an almost agonized smile appeared on his face.

“You’re so beautiful, Grace–”

We came together in a kiss. I clutched at his chest. Brock kissed me harder. Deeper.

He’s claiming me again. And I’m letting him…and it feels so glorious.

Brock mauled my neck while he yanked at my top. I put my arms up so he could slip it off me. The moment it came free I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him like crazy. Every nerve in my body blazed with decadent fire.

I was high on Brock, and he was high on me. My fingers clutched at his shirt, trying to almost claw it off him. A sound between a whimper and a moan escaped my mouth when his tongue slithered over my neck and bare shoulder. His teeth found my bra strap and took it down until it fell to my elbow.

“Oh god, it feels so good.”

Animalistic grunts and growls escaped his mouth around my flesh as he kissed and licked his way along to my opposite bra strap. His hand thrust down the front of my jeans, fingers caressing my pussy.

“No panties?”

“You…ooooh….were in such a damn hurry…”

“You’re dripping wet for me, Grace. Do you want me to fuck you right here, right now?”

“Oh god yes.”

“Then you're going to have to be quiet. There are people right outside.”

“I don’t know if I can be–”

I cried out sharply as he undid my pants and yanked them to my ankles in one smooth motion. He dragged my left foot out fully then pinned me to the wall with a fierce kiss. His throbbing cock rubbed against my dripping wet pussy.

“Oh Brock,” I whimpered as he pushed the crown between my pulsating lips. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

He thrust into me and my mouth flew open to suck in a ragged gasp of air. I started to let it out as a scream–

But Brock’s hand clamped down firmly over my mouth. I screamed into his hand as he pumped his hips with rhythmic thrusts. My nails raked along his shoulders and neck as pulse after pulse of intense pleasure crashed through me like a riptide.

My body shook, legs turning to jelly as I screamed and moaned and cried into his hand. The way he held me firmly, yet lovingly, told the story of our relationship. Brock made me feel amazing, and enjoyed himself thoroughly while he did so.

I collapsed against him, supported by his strength and the wall at my back. His hand moved away from my wide open mouth. My eyes closed as I gasped and shook with the aftershocks of my vehement orgasms.

“Grace, my love…I never want to lose you again. Not ever. Will you marry me?”

I laughed giddily and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Yes, Brock. I’ll marry you.”

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