Page 69 of Broken By the Bad Boy

Gracie’s lips purse. “I was until you apologized to her.” She jumps out of her seat to stand in front of me. I push my hands under her shirt and caress her boobs. She whimpers but doesn’t stop me, so I cup her breasts. They are small, but I love them. “You did good, Benny. I’m proud of you.”

I pucker my lips for a kiss, but she pulls my lower lip between her teeth and giggles when I groan. My hand weaves into her hair, and my heart swells when my fingers brush the clip I gave her last year. She is the best.

“I’m sorry for making lunch awkward for you,” I say against her neck. She shrugs like it doesn’t matter. Maybe it doesn’t, but I don’t want her to be upset with me. “You can stay for dinner. I’ll be a good boy.”

Gracie laughs. Her head falls back as she snorts with laughter. She catches me staring and slaps a hand over her mouth. I flatten her hands on my chest. We listen to the sound of my heart and smile at each other.

“I was so scared you would never talk to me again after yesterday,” Gracie mutters. Tears fill her eyes, and she takes a deep breath. I might have been upset, but there’s no way I’ll stop talking to my Juliet. My thumb brushes her cheek. “You know I love you, right? I will always love you.”

I know. She reminds me of that every day. “Always and forever,” I tell her.

Taking her hand, I guide her to the film room. Josef is so rich we have a mini-cinema and an outdoor pool. The house might look small on the outside, but it has everything to make life fun. Not like I let myself relax here. We step in and recline on the couch sectional in the cinema. She sits between my legs, back flush against my chest. I press my lips to her temple, and she laughs.

The room is dim. I turn on the giant TV with a remote, and the screen’s brightness illuminates our faces.

“Do you want to see a movie?” I ask.

“No.”

After queuing some slow songs to play in the background, I discard the remote. My hand sneaks under Gracie’s skirt. It’s my first time seeing her in one. She sucks in a breath as my fingers move between her legs, trailing a line on the insides of her thighs. I don’t know if I am doing it right, but her moans urge me, and her back forms a bow. My fingers brush her panties, and I stop.

“Don’t,” she breathes out.

I help her out of her shirt and her bra. My heart thuds against my ribcage as I lower her to the couch. Anticipation and nervousness roll off of both of us. She’s quiet except for her shallow breathing, and I kiss her softly to diffuse some of her anxiety. I am anxious too.

Anxious and very excited. What if I can’t get an erection?

My hands shake as they drop to her belly. I place a wet kiss on the white spots on her stomach, following a path up to her breasts. My mouth closes around a nipple, and her nails sink into my scalp. She moans when my fingers slip into her warmth and her legs tighten around my waist.

Tingles explode inside me, and I curve my fingers inside Gracie. She is tight but wet, so my fingers move freely in and out of her. Her hips buck, and she writhes under me. Her soft whimpers have me keen on pleasing her. She closes her eyes, surrendering to the sensations that also course through me. I push into her faster until she cries out, and my mouth covers hers to swallow her moans.

This place is soundproof. The music is still playing, but I am not taking any chances.

Using the tempo of Gracie’s breathing to guide my actions, my fingers thrust into her until she is close to her release. Our eyes connect. She gasps out my name, and her legs slide down my waist.

A content sigh escapes Gracie, and her knuckles brush my cheeks. I smile at her, unsure she can make out my face in the dimness. She struggles with my sweatpants until I take the initiative and pull it off. My dick springs free. It’s not completely erect. I don’t know if it will be. She caresses the tip, and I hiss. A warm feeling shoots up my chest, and my heart pounds so hard I expect it to jump out of my mouth. She gently pushes me down to the couch, straddles my hips, and smiles.

“My turn,” she whispers, her lips a few inches from mine.

My eyes jerk to her face, and a smile fights through the battle happening in my head. With her hair down, boobs shooting out, she paints a picture of a siren about to seduce a sailor. Me. I stare down at my erection. She closes her hand around my length and pumps it softly. “Are you sure?”

“I think so,” she answers.

Her sincerity never fails to astound me. Moving down, her breath fans my dick, and a shiver runs through me. My hands move to her shoulders in an attempt to pull her up, but she swats them.

“Gracie, we don’t have to do anything.” I’m fine with making her feel good.

Gracie replies by circling her tongue around the tip, and the rest of my thoughts vanish. I groan as she licks her way down and back up. She’s sloppy and slow, but I like it. I love everything she does. As she takes the whole of me into her mouth, my head digs into the couch, and my jaw falls open. My load shoots into her mouth almost immediately. I clench my eyes shut, shy and conscious, as she swallows.

I am floating on cloud nine when she snuggles close to me. Her leg wraps around my waist, and her finger teases my belly button. We should get dressed, but I’m too sated to care about decency.

“How did I do?” she whispers into my ear.

Shivers skate down my spine. I twist so we are facing each other. Her breath warms my face, and I push a stray hair behind her ear. Without seeing her face, I know she’s smiling and is as happy as I am.

“Great,” I reply. “Eleven over ten.”

Her giggles are my favorite sound. She kisses my jaw and says, “Eleven? That’s just 1.1. So, I did poorly?”

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