Page 48 of Grace
She hangs up her apron and stares at me. Her plump lips push into a line, and I notice that her eyes are nervous. Even if she’s turned on just being with me, she doesn’t know what she’s allowed to do and is already second-guessing her request.
I don’t want that. She should own her sexuality. She should know exactly how sexy she is, should know all the pleasure she deserves.
I speak slowly, revealing just a bit. “I enjoy everything we’ve done, Grace. I like making you come. I like it so much that I don’t feel the need to have you return the favor.”
She takes a ragged breath and licks her bottom lip.
“Come here,” I say as Grace dries her hands.
She slowly walks over to me, her eyes dipping to my strained slacks, which are barely shielding my hard cock from her.
Once she’s close enough, I take her hand. “Do you want to show me how good you can be for me?”
She gulps. “Yes, sir.”
God, just that submission makes my cock twitch. I groan. “Then show me, darling. Show me everything you want to explore.”
She’s hesitant, like she doesn’t know what to do. I nod to her. “Get on your knees and open my pants, darling,” I command in a low, husky voice.
Her eyes dilate as her cheeks flush, but she drops to her knees. She struggles with my belt at first because she’s so flustered, but once she gets it undone, she goes right for my zipper. Her eyes flick up to me as she drags the zipper down and edges my pants and boxers down to slowly stroke over my hard cock.
Fuck. Grace’s hands are so small, so warm, so soft. As she slowly strokes over my length, I peek down the front of her dress. Her breasts are so perky, so perfect. And today, apparently, she’s not wearing a bra. I can see the dark pink of her areola, and it only makes me harder.
I lay my arms over the back of the couch to avoid touching her, rushing her, taking control. She leans closer to me, her body between my knees as she keeps exploring me with her fingers, gently stroking her hand over my cock.
Another groan leaves my throat. “Grace.”
“You’re so big,” she breathes.
“Taste it,” I order.
Her eyes flick to me, then she leans forward and gently licks across the head. I hiss between my teeth but nod. She continues, slowly licking, swirling her tongue, trying different moves before she spreads her lips and sucks the head of my cock.
“Good girl. Yes, keep going,” I encourage.
She goes down deeper, then pops back up. I can tell she’s struggling with my size. I’m thick and long, and I know that she’snot experienced, not really. She tries again, and again, steadily going deeper, taking more of me even when she has to turn her head in different positions to make it work.
Watching her plump lips stretch around my cock is fucking magic. My head falls back as she works her mouth around me, up and down, over and over, so hot and wet andperfect.
“Fuck, Grace. Just like that,” I grunt as my nails dig into the back of the couch. “Use your tongue, darling. Yes… fucking perfect. Just like that. So fucking good.”
She increases her speed slowly, eager to please, so damn obedient and sweet. I can’t get enough of her.
“Just a little deeper,” I groan. “Good,goodgirl.”
She makes a wet sound as she tries to breathe around my cock but doesn’t stop as she slurps and sucks. Fuck, my control is eroding by the second, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. When she gasps and quickly draws back just to take me again, I nearly come.
Her red hair clinging to her, her eyes on me, her mouth full of my cock and her fucking tits… it’s too much. My fingers tangle with her red hair, digging in. My hips draw back and I sharply thrust up into her throat.
She gags, her throat tightening around my cock as her eyes grow watery. I love the face she’s making, the fact that she’s not pulling away.
I nod to her. “Take it, Grace. Breathe through your nose.”
She does, her throat relaxes, and I slide deeper. Fuck, her throat is so tight, her mouth so good. I keep thrusting and praising her. I can’t stop telling her how good she is, how right she feels, how well she’s doing until I come, filling her pretty mouth. I slowly ease back and watch my cum roll over her bottom lip and to her chin.
Tears brim her eyes, her cheeks are fiery red, her lips raw and beautiful as she pants. How can I possibly ignore her or pretendshe’s just fun? That she’s not everything I want in one perfect little package? I lift her up and pull her close so her small frame straddles my lap.
“Are you okay?” I feel bad, but sated. I know I overwhelmed her. I slowly wipe my cum off her chin and lip. But then, she takes my hand, wraps her lips around my fingers, and sucks them clean. Her eyes snap to mine, and a shivering breath leaves me.
