Chapter 19 Gracie Mae #3
With one hand in my hair and the other on my bare hip he walks me backwards to the bed. As the back of my thighs hit the edge of the bed I fall back on it. He releases me then and I begin to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle of the bed, my ass jiggling as I do.
Before I can lie on my back his palm cracks against my ass cheek. The sting of pain from his handprint slightly hurts but it also makes my pussy wet. Still, I look over my shoulder with my mouth hanging open.
He winks at me. "Can't taunt that ass in front of me and not expect anything."
I raise a brow. "Are you saying you're an ass man, Oak?"
He smirks at that. "I'm saying I'm a Grace man. Your tits, your ass, those fucking lips. Everything about you gets me going, baby." He then fists his cock in what looks like a painful grip but I only see pleasure coating his face. "Can't you see that?"
I lick my lips. "Yeah, I can see that."
"Yeah, and you're about to feel it, too. You ready for that baby? You think you can handle my cock?"
It's a challenge if I ever heard one and I'm not one to lose. "I can handle it," I say confidently. He doesn't say anything but he doesn't have to. Not with that look in his eyes and his tongue gliding across his lips.
I've always said Oak is the embodiment of sex and this right here fucking proves it.
Wasting no time he sheaths the condom over his cock and finds himself above me. He aligns our hips and I can feel him against my pussy.
And thanks to our massive height difference my face is basically planted at his chest. I'm not kidding.
At least this close I can see all his tattoos. And they're as beautiful as they are raw. All pieces of him. An antique compass that lies right above his heart with cursive script around it. On his right pectoral an angel's wing that has been broken and tainted with blood.
So many tattoos to explore.
When he slips the tip of his cock inside me my eyes meet his. He's already staring down at me and it's a look I can't quite place. One that's trying to figure me out yet so god damned happy that I'm his.
I reach my hand up and cup his scruffy jaw. He turns his head to press a kiss on my palm.
My heart squeezes.
He then works his way inside me inch by delicious inch.
It's almost torture at how slow he is going, but at the same time I know I wouldn't be able to handle him just thrusting inside at one go.
I can feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him but it still feels tight despite how wet I am. Even though it feels a slight bit uncomfortable I can't begin to describe how amazing it feels, too.
"Grace," he groans out my name as he's buried all the way inside. “Do you feel it, baby? Do you feel how your tight pussy is stretching around my cock?”
And yeah I fucking feel it in places I have never felt before.
He gives me a moment to adjust to him and I am so thankful for it.
Although I still feel a bit tight, I can't just lie here any longer. I need to move and I need to feel him.
I move my hips in circles and he groans loudly.
He sounds so fucking hot.
"Move, Oak," I tell him on a whimper.
His eyes flash down at mine. "You sure?"
I squeeze his ass in my hands. "I'm sure."
And then he starts to move.
He slowly pulls back until he's practically out and then thrusts back inside at a slow pace. He does this a couple of times. Slowly thrusting, adjusting me to the size of him and making sure I'm comfortable.
While it's still a tight fit I'm ready to be throughly fucked.
"Oak, please," I beg him in a voice that sounds not like my own.
"Please what, baby? What do you need?"
"I need you to fuck me. Nice and hard, Oak. Not slow," I tell him.
Something changes in his eyes. With his hands gripped on my waist he then flips us over to where our positions are reversed with him still inside me.
My legs are on either side of his hips as I'm straddling him. His cock buried so deep that I feel him even more than I did on my back. My hands come to rest on his chest as I stare at him dazed.
Then he lifts my hips and slams me on him.
My head falls back as I let out an embarrassingly loud moan that I'm sure the universe can hear.
He lifts my hips again and brings me back down.
God, he's taking control even from the bottom.
I've never been fucked like this before, and honestly I don't know how to even describe it.
He's doing all the heavy work while I feel like I'm fucking flying.
I circle my hips around him on the way down and his hand travels up my body to cup my breast. His thumb circles around my nipple and then he pinches it between his fingers.
"Yes! Harder. Please fuck me harder."
He listens. And this time I don't let him take control. He meets me halfway as I slam back down on him.
We keep up this maddening rhythm until I feel the intense heat simmering inside my lower abdomen again.
God, I can feel the orgasm building but I need more.
I take his hand from my breast and move it down towards my pussy. He understands what I want without me saying because he starts rubbing at my clit.
"That's it! Yes, yes, yes," I moan as I bounce down on him.
He raises himself up to a sitting position and continues to fuck the living hell out of me.
His lips capture mine in a searing kiss.
I hook my ankles around his back, and as he rubs my clit with one hand his other palms my ass.
"Are you close, baby?" He asks between kisses. I hold his face in my hands and nod my head. He pinches my clit and I scream. "I asked if you were close."
Fuck me, I love how demanding he is.
"I'm close. I'm so fucking close."
He rubs my clit harder and it has me beginning to see stars. "Ask me for it, baby. Ask me if you can come."
"Oak, can I come?" I ask him without second thought. My submissive nature to him kicking in at overdrive.
He smirks against my lips. "Yes, baby you can. Fucking come all over my cock and scream my name as you do."
It's a command that I have no problem obeying because as soon as he gives me permission an orgasm rips through me so hard that I scream his name and see beyond the stars, I see the fucking galaxy.
His rhythm speeds up as he thrusts up inside me as I'm coming down from orgasmic bliss. His movements become jerky and harsh.
Within a matter of a minute I feel his cock twitch inside me as he finally comes. "Grace!" My name is torn from his lips.
Exhausted my body leans languidly against his. He holds me to him as we both catch our breaths. And I can't help but think how right it feels to be in his arms. How warm and safe it is.
With power and energy that I can't fathom he slides us to the end of the bed.
Then as he comes to the edge of the bed he slowly raises my hips.
As he does I can feel him pulling out of me.
When he's completely out I whimper at the loss and from the ache his massive cock caused.
My arousal leaks down my leg but I don't have enough energy to feel embarrassed.
Even when I know it must be getting on him, too.
He wraps my legs around his back and loops my arms around his neck. Then with me wrapped around him he walks us over to the en-suite bathroom. When he turns on the light it's too bright so I close my eyes.
I then feel my ass hit the cold counter top of the double sink. When I hear water running I open my eyes to find Oak soaking a wash cloth.
Wringing it out he comes back to me and spreads my legs apart.
"What are you doing?" I ask him tiredly, my eyelids barely staying open.
"I'm cleaning you," he says matter-of-factly.
At that I do blush. "You don't have to do that." I begin to take the wash cloth away from him but he holds it away from me.
"I take care of what's mine," he tells me seriously, "and Grace, in case you’ve forgotten, you're mine."
Once he's done cleaning me and then disposing of his condom he scoops me up in his arms bridal style. I lay my head against his broad muscled chest and let him carry me to the bed.
He pulls back the duvet and slips me underneath. Then he slides in on the other side of the bed before turning off the bedroom light.
We seek each other immediately as I scoot closer to him while his arms open for me. My head rests on his chest as my right leg is thrown over his body.
The warmth of his skin is like a soothing balm to my soul. I press a chaste kiss on the broken angel wing tattoo, and he holds me tighter.
"Grace," he says my name so softly I almost miss it.
"Yes?"
"I want to thank you," he says to me just as soft.
"For what?"
"For never giving up the fight."
My heartstrings pull as tears press at the back of my eyes.
This man. . .
This beautiful strong yet broken man.
"I never will," I promise him as I hold the tears at bay.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "I know you won't, Grace. I know."