Chapter 20 Oak #3
“We don’t have to talk no more if you don’t want to, Oak,” she tells me gently, “I’ll never force that from you.
” My muscles ease, my body becoming lax.
Her thumb traces along my jawline as her other hand brushes back stray hairs from my forehead.
“But I think talking about it, little by little, you’ll find it easier to breathe. ”
Fuck.
Emotions swell my in my chest as my heart quickens its pace. And this, this is what it means to have someone who understands you.
Having her see the man beneath the armor, seeing the broken man inside, staying by his side, and understanding him without judgment causes a tidal wave of relief to wash over me.
Because this man, the man that I really am, the man who is afraid and broken, the man who doesn’t know how to live without pain, is the same man Lana gave up on.
The same man Lana threw away.
And knowing Grace never will brings more than relief. It also makes me feel that I’m accepted. That my feelings because of my past are valid.
That I am not disposable.
“How do you always know the right thing to say?” I ask her gruffly.
Lowering her head her lips brush against my own when she answers, “Because everything I say is from the heart.”
Needing her mouth on mine more than I need air I capture her lips and plunge my tongue inside her mouth.
Her tongue tangles with mine but she submits to me. She lets me control the pace of the kiss and dominate her mouth. And I think it’s because she knows deep down that I need to be in control.
And I do.
Because this is the only time I feel like I am in control.
My hands move underneath my shirt that she’s wearing and I groan when I feel her bare skin underneath.
She moans in my mouth as I kiss her savagely.
Wanting to see all of her I break the kiss and she whimpers. Then I raise her arms and take the bottom of the shirt and pull it over her head.
Fuck me, she’s a fucking goddess.
Her tits, large but fit perfectly in the cup of my hand are begging to be played with. Her nipples, a dusty rose, are hardened into peaks, and with her back arched she’s practically pushing them in my face.
With one hand on the expanse of her lower back I cup her tit with the other. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her teeth bite down on her lower lip to silence her pleasure.
Not having that I move in for a kiss but instead take my teeth and pull at her lower lip. Her eyes flare open and I wink at her devilishly.
At the same time I release her lower lip I take her nipple between my fingers and pinch hard.
Her mouth falls open with a whimper.
And that whimper causes my cock to harden beneath her.
“Don’t you ever keep your voice from me,” I tell her hotly, my breath fanning across her face.
I then take her hand to my growing erection and have her palm it through my boxer briefs.
“You see what your moans do to me? Those needy fucking whimpers that fall from those lips? Feel it, baby. Feel what you do to me.”
Following my command like the good girl she is she begins to rub me through my boxer briefs. I hiss through clenched teeth. “That’s it,” I encourage her. “Now take my cock out and stroke me.”
She hesitates, and with that hesitation I close my mouth around her nipple and suck hard. Her fingers pull hard on the ends of my hair as she cries out loud. Then because she didn’t listen I take the peak and bite down.
“Oak!” She cries my name as the jolt of pain mixed with pleasure zaps through her body and lands between her thighs. How do I know? Because she’s fucking wet for me. I feel the slickness of her heat against my thigh. And the more pain I give her the more wet she becomes.
Gracie Mae Vale was made for me.
I give equal attention to both of her tits. Sucking and biting them until she’s a writhing mess above me.
I then nip my way up the column of her throat until my lips land on the shell of her ear. In a voice that’s husky and deep I give her a choice. “You either take my cock out and stroke it or I fuck that mouth of yours.”
Heat flames her cheeks and travels down her neck the same time her pussy becomes wetter.
I chuckle darkly. “You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?
” I tilt my head back to read her face and I’m stunned by the pure unadulterated want I see there.
My thumb swipes her bottom lip until I ply it open.
Her tongue darts out to lick my thumb, and it’s a fucking tease of what’s to come.
“Tell me you want it, baby,” I say to her.
“Tell me you want my cock in your mouth. Tell me you want me to throat fuck you.”
If it’s possible her pupils dilate further showing how much she wants it.
Fuck me, this woman is going to kill me.
She licks the tip of my thumb in a swirl before sucking it into her mouth. Then, popping her mouth open, she says to me in a husky voice of her own, “I want your big cock in my mouth.”
Her saying the word, cock, causes mine to twitch.
God damn, I fucking love that mouth of hers.
Lifting her off me I shuck my boxer briefs off and stand before her.
I grab my cock in a tight vise grip and begin to stroke it from root to tip. I squeeze harder at the head before I fist my hand back down.
Her eyes stay transfixed on my cock with awe and lust. She licks her lips involuntarily and a bead of pre-cum coats the head of my cock.
Still fisting my cock I ask her, “And what are you going to do once it’s in your mouth.”
Her response is immediate with hunger. “Let you throat fuck me.”
“Get on your knees and open your mouth for me, baby.”
She obeys my command. Then without warning I thrust my cock in her mouth, and her hands grip my ass from the intrusion. Her eyes well up with unshed tears but as I pull out she sucks my cock and lavishes the underside with her tongue.
A shudder wracks down my spine.
Fuck, just one thrust and I don’t see myself lasting long.
Her nails dig in my ass as she pushes me forward, wanting more. I wrap my hand around her long hair and fist it in my hand. With a small nod from her I slam my cock in her mouth.
With her cheeks hollowed out and her throat relaxed she takes me easier. My cock touches the back of her throat and saliva pulls from her mouth. She makes a small gagging sound, not enough to make me stop so when I pull back out I thrust back inside with the same relentless force.
She sucks me like a pro. Her tongue paying special attention to my head and making sure her teeth don’t scrape against my cock.
But then she begins to pay attention to my balls. She cups one of my balls and massages it in her hand.
“Just like that, baby,” I praise her. When she takes me in the back of her throat again I feel my legs start to tremble as my breath becomes labored. “Fuck. Holy fuck, Grace. Your mouth was made for me.” She hums against my cock and the vibration has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
She’s fucking magnificent.
With my hand entwined in her hair I tilt her head back so that her eyes are on mine.
And it’s the hottest most carnal sight I have ever seen. Grace’s luscious lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes glistening with desire, and her throat strained from the length of my cock.
I slowly draw back and as I do saliva trails from her lips. She licks it up as she does my cock.
“You’re going to swallow all of me, aren’t you, baby?” She nods her head and I pull on her hair roughly.
She hisses but then does what I want her to do. Using her voice she says, “I’m going to swallow every last drop.”
“Good girl.”
Winking up at me I guide her head back to my cock and start fucking her mouth the way I have always imagined.
I don’t hold back. I fuck her throat with a ferocity that borders on the line of more animalistic than human.
But not once does she pull away from me. If anything she sucks me harder.
My balls tighten as I feel the tingles shoot up and down my spine.
With her hair fisted in my hand I keep her head where I want her as I thrust at a maddening pace. “I’m close, baby. I’m close and you’re going to fucking swallow all of it.” She hums against me and that’s what does it.
My hips thrust in short spurts as I reach my climax. With my cock at the back of her throat I come the hardest I ever have.
She does her best at swallowing me but even she can’t keep up with it all. When my cock goes limp in her mouth I pull out and fall to my knees in front of her.
She’s still swallowing with this wide dazed look in her eyes. Her tits are heaving from her heavy breathing, the nipples red from my teeth.
Once she’s done swallowing her finger reaches out to the corner of her lip where a small amount of my come leaked out. She collects it with her finger, and with her eyes on me sucks it into her mouth and licks it clean. “Had to get every last drop,” she tells me in a voice that’s ragged.
Holy fuck.
“You’re fucking sexy.” The words fall from my lips with awe before I can stop them.
A shy smile plays upon her lips as her cheeks flush.
And it amazes me how after we experienced something like that she’s now turning all bashful.
I crook my finger at her. “Come here.”
On her hands and knees with her ass swaying in the air she comes to me. Wrapping her in my arms I lie down on the floor and place her plastered to my side.
“How did you learn to do that?” I ask her breathless and drunk from my orgasm.
Then as the haze begins to lift I imagine her mouth, her mouth that is mine, wrapped around another man’s cock.
And it has me seeing red. She opens her mouth to answer me but I silence her with my finger. “On second thought, don’t tell me.”
“Why not?” She asks clearly amused while I’m not.
I hold her tighter against me, her legs thrown over mine and her cheek resting upon my chest. “Because if you tell me who I’ll murder him,” I say simply.
Her head snaps up as her eyes narrow down at me. “You can’t be serious.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No.”
I raise a brow. “Then why are you questioning it?”
She props her head on my chest with her hand. Her mouth opens and then snaps shut. “Because I can’t believe you’ll actually kill a man who I was with before you.”
Hearing her say she’s been with other men has my blood running hot.
Pinching her chin between my forefinger and thumb I remind her, “You belong to me, Grace. Your lips are mine, your pussy is mine, and even your ass is mine. There’s no man before me and there will be no man after me.
You and me, this is it.” Her eyes flash with something I can’t decipher but I continue even as she releases a soft gasp.
“I will kill any man who lays a hand on you. And I’ll do worse to anyone who fucking hurts you.
This is who I am, Grace. This is the man you chose, the man you fought for.
And if there is one god damn thing I’m sure of in my life it is that you’re mine and no one else’s.
Because you know what I believe, Grace?”
“What?” She breathes with a dazed expression.
“I believe that you were made for me. And if anyone tries to fuck with that I’ll kill them. It’s that fucking simple.”
She swallows but she doesn’t look one bit horrified or repulsed. No, her eyes shimmer with affection They stare down at me with wonder and awe. Her body, her soft and plush curves melt against me. “I believe you.”
And with those three words she has sealed the fate of any man who dare touches her or anyone who tries to hurt her.
Grace is fucking mine.
And she always will be.