Page 91 of Trick or Truce

Grant curls a finger inside me, and my moans get louder. “Oh fuck. That feels so good. Yes, Grant. Right there.”

White-hot heat explodes as my body shakes, and I call Grant’s name over and over again. He groans in satisfaction from watching me come, his dark eyes wild and wide.

After my release, my legs buckle, and my body goes limp. Grant stands and takes all of my weight as he lays me on the bed behind us. He kisses his way up my body and slides his hand between my back and the mattress to unclip my bra before tossing it like a nuisance. His tongue swirls around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a pop, turning to give the same attention to the other.

I reach up and claw at his shirt, frantic and fumbling with the buttons. “Take everything off, Grant. Now.”

He tears off his shirt as he steps back from the bed. He unbuckles his belt and then yanks it out of his belt loops in one swift motion.

Fuck, that’s hot.

He kicks off his shoes, shucks his jeans, and drops them to his ankles. His cock strains against his boxers, the outline of his impressive length making me wet all over again. I watch with rapt attention as he peels his boxers off his body and his dick bobs between us.

Grant crawls on top of me and devours me with a demanding kiss, sucking all the air out of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his round ass so I can feel him against me.

“I need you inside me, Grant.”

“The condom is in my jeans.”

He turns away to look for where he threw them, but I pull his face back to me. “We don’t need a condom, remember?”

Recognition flashes through his eyes, and they soften. “I haven’t had sex in an embarrassingly long time. I’m clean.”

“I got tested after I found out Neil had been with another woman. I’m good too.”

He slides his swollen crown along my entrance, glancing down to watch. He’s always so restrained, so in control.

I want him to let go.

I lift my hips, pushing his tip inside. “Fuck me, Grant. Fuck me hard.”

With his eyes locked on mine, he plunges all the way into me.

“Oh god. Yes. Again.”

He pulls out and slams into me, over and over, his control slipping with each thrust. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as the sound of our skin smacking together mixes with the guttural sounds of his grunts.

I could come just from watching this beautiful, composed man unravel before me. His brows pinch together like he’s in both agony and ecstasy at the same time.

He takes my ankles and hikes my knees up to my chest, and I see stars.

“Fuck, Elena.” He pins my wrists above my head, rolling his hips as he drives into me. “You feel so goddamn good.”

He pounds me into the mattress like he owns me, and I love every second of it. My clit rubs against his pelvis with his erratic thrusts, and soon I’m crying out his name as I come again. I clench around him, my pussy squeezing him, begging for him to give me what I need.

And he does.

Grant comes with a loud thundering roar and unloads inside me. We hold on to each other as we ride out our waves together until we’re warm and sated and our bodies go slack. He showers me with kisses while we catch our breath.

He moves to pull out of me, but I stop him. “Wait. Not yet.”

He arches an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to bask in this moment for a few more seconds.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “We’re so connected, I don’t want it to be over.”

Grant brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my lips. “It’s not over yet. This night is just beginning.”

I grin. “You got more in you, old man?”

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