Chapter 19
Nineteen
Grace
T onight is nothing like I imagined it would be.
When Conway asked me out, I figured we’d go out to dinner, maybe catch a movie. Something simple and easy. In no universe did I see him putting real effort into a plan. The way he figured out an evening for us based on something he knows I enjoy, something he’s heard me talk about before, was unexpected. It was so…thoughtful. It was his way of showing me that he hears me, that he takes in things I’ve talked to him about. It made me feel oddly emotional, like I’m getting to see him in a whole new light. Which isn’t exactly ideal for this go-with-the-flow, be-casual thing I’m attempting to do with him.
After we got back to Conway’s house, he whipped up a couple of the best grilled cheese sandwiches I’ve ever eaten. Seriously, every last bit of it was like an orgasm in my mouth. Music plays softly from the television while I sit with my back against the couch in front of his coffee table in the living room as he saunters back into the room, two glasses of white wine in one hand and a very familiar pink box in the other.
“When did you go to my bakery?” I ask with a chuckle as he hands me one of the glasses before taking a seat beside me.
A smirk tips his lips, and he looks pretty proud of himself. “This afternoon after you’d already left for the day.”
“Oh, really? Think you’re sneaky now, huh?” Taking the box from his hands, I open the top and groan as the sweet, rich smell reaches my senses. “Is this my chocolate champagne cake?”
Conway nods once. “The lady working behind the counter told me it’s your favorite.”
“Sara Beth,” I tell him. “And she’s right. I could easily eat my body weight in this and still want more.”
Pulling a fork seemingly out of thin air, Conway cuts off a small bite and brings it up to my mouth, while his attention warms my body from the inside out. My lips part, and I can’t help the moan that pulls from me as he eases the chocolatey goodness into my mouth.
“Damn, whoever made that knows what she’s doing,” I tease, making Conway chuckle, the gruff sound washing over me and making my nipples hard. Taking the fork, I break off a bite and say, “Your turn.”
The way he holds my gaze as I feed him is heady. Watching somebody eat cake has never been so arousing, and that’s saying a lot coming from me. My throat is thick as I watch him chew and swallow before licking his lips.
“Well?” I push. “Best cake you’ve ever tasted in your life, right?”
“Eh.” He shrugs. “It’s okay.”
“Oh, fuck off!” I laugh. “It’s life changing, and you know it.”
Hunger fills his gaze as he rakes his eyes over me. “It’s damn good, I’ll give you that,” he drawls. “But it’s not the best thing I’ve tasted from you before.”
The clear insinuation paired with his husky voice has wetness pooling between my thighs. Swallowing thickly, I set the box and fork down on the table, moving on instinct alone as I toss my leg over and slide onto his lap, the form-fitting dress I’m wearing riding up. My mouth crashes down on his, and from the second I make contact, it’s fire and frenzy from both of us. An electrical current runs from my body into his, tingles spreading along my flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Large, sure hands grip my hips as Conway’s tongue devours mine, the lust brewing between us making it hard to catch my breath. My heart pounds to a vigorous beat as my body heats to scorching levels, the desire to have Conway touch every inch of me all-consuming. The number of times I’ve replayed the moments we’ve been together should be concerning.
The hallway at the school. How hard he made me come with nothing more than his fingers and that filthy fucking mouth of his.
The jealousy-fueled fuck on my porch. I’m not typically one who enjoys making somebody jealous, but watching Conway claim me in such a primal way was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. The way he fucked me roughly, and the way my body responded to it. I’ve never come during intercourse before. Ever.
And then the night he came over to my house. The spanking, the squirting, the blow job. All of it was straight out of my deepest, most salacious fantasies.
There’s something about Conway that makes me more confident. He has this way of relaxing enough to experience things I haven’t before. Like with him, I can drop my inhibitions and let my body do the talking. Let our bodies do the talking. And that’s exactly what I want. Pleasure bursts from my core as my lace-covered pussy grinds down on Conway’s denim-clad cock, and I moan when I feel how hard he is for me. Knowing he’s just as turned on as I am has my head swimming. It’s a rush. I rip my mouth away from his as I twist my arms over my body, grab the hem of my bunched-up dress, and pull it over my head, letting it drop on the floor beside us.
Sitting on Conway’s lap in nothing more than a black lace bralette and matching panties, I revel in the way he shamelessly checks me out. The desire in his dark eyes as they travel down my face and over my breasts is intoxicating. I’ve never had a man look at me the way Conway does, with such raw and intense appreciation before. He looks at me like I’m the most beautiful and sexy woman he’s ever seen, and more than that, he makes me feel like both of those under his gaze.
Taking a move from Conway’s playbook, I grip his chin between my fingers, a smirk curling my lip as our eyes lock. “Take me to bed, Daddy,” I purr.
He swallows, eyes somehow darkening more than they already were. “I meant what I said, Sin,” he rasps. “We don’t have to end the evening with sex if you don’t want. No expectations.”
Non-horny Grace would swoon at the sentiment. She really would, especially now, when he’s clearly turned on, but non-horny Grace doesn’t exist right now. My body thrums with a fierce need for this man, a ravenous rush of arousal swimming through my veins, and nothing sounds more tortuous than ending this perfect evening without feeling his mouthwatering, fat cock stretch my pussy again.
Taking his hand, I guide it underneath my panties, letting him feel how wet I am. “Please hear me when I say,” I murmur, my breath coming out harshly as he flicks his finger over my clit. “I appreciate you saying that, truly, but I need you to take me to your bedroom and fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”
I gasp, lips parting on a breathless moan, as Conway sinks his middle finger into my aching pussy, thrusting in and out roughly a few times before he brings the digit up to his mouth and sucks it clean while never taking his eyes off mine.
“Careful what you wish for, Sin.”
Goosebumps cover my flesh as my belly flips. “Do your worst, Daddy.”
A growl rumbles from his chest as he hooks an arm around my waist and stands up. My hands curl into fists around his t-shirt as I press heated kisses along his scruffy jaw and throat while he carries me down the hall into his bedroom. It’s not lost on me that this is the first time I’ve been in here, and as I’m surrounded by his masculine scent, my thighs clench around his waist and my pussy throbs.
Tossing me on top of his huge bed, Conway wastes no time ripping the panties from my body— literally rips them— before his knees collide with the floor and his mouth drops down to my pussy. A moan reverberates through me as his hot, wet tongue flicks my clit before closing his lips around it and sucking hard enough to make my eyes roll back.
“Oh, sh- shit,” I groan. Reaching down, I thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair, gripping the strands as my hips move of their own volition, riding his face as his tongue licks a hot path along my pussy, leaving nothing untouched. The scratch from his beard adds a delicious level of pleasure, and the sounds he’s making as he feasts on me are vulgar and downright gluttonous.
I somehow manage to remove my bralette and toss it to the side. Conway sinks a thick finger into my aching core right as I palm my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my hard, sensitive nipples. One finger turns into two, and I cry out when he curls them in a come-hither motion.
Conway peers up at me from between my thighs, my arousal glistening in his dark beard, and I swear I nearly combust on the spot when he flashes me a wicked smirk. “Your greedy little cunt is so tight around my fingers, Sin. You like this?”
Eyebrows cinched together and my teeth biting into my bottom lip, I nod, a whimper falling out of me. His fingers skillfully plunge in and out, still curled and stroking a spot inside of me that I didn’t even know existed before him. My thighs tremble as pleasure builds and builds to insurmountable heights, and right when it feels like I can’t hold on any longer, Conway drops his head and seals his lips around my clit again, flicking and sucking hungrily, working me in tandem with his fingers.
My release hits me right in my core, a deep, intense aching and tingling pressure spreading throughout my entire body like wildfire. I throw my head back onto the bed, back arching as I cry out moan after hoarse moan as waves of fervent pleasure consume me and make my head dizzy. It hits me hard and fast, black spots clouding my vision as warmth gushes out of me. The orgasm lasts what seems like forever, my chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths while my heart beats like it’s trying to escape right out of my chest.
“Fuck, Sin,” Conway growls, gaze fixed on my face as he withdraws his fingers and, once again, sucks them clean while standing up. Fucking hell, that’s so hot. “You’re so fucking pretty when you squirt all over my face.” Working his pants open one-handedly, he leans over the bed and pinches my taut nipple while groaning. “And I can’t wait to sink into your fucking soaking wet cunt and make you come all over again.”
My lip curls into a smirk. “Think you got the stamina for that, old man?” I tease. “Last time you fucked me, you didn’t last very long.”
Conway chuckles darkly, slapping a hand down on my pussy. Not hard, but definitely hard enough to make me gasp. “Funny, I remember making you come easily in the time it took me to bust, and I don’t seem to remember hearing any complaints.”
I pull myself onto my elbows as I peer up at him, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “Yeah, but I just came. There’s no way you’re going to get me to do it again, especially being a minute man.”
My stomach clenches and my core heats all over again while I watch Conway’s eyes darken as he shoves his pants down before stepping out of them. “You’re such a fucking brat,” he growls, crawling over my body like an animal hunting his prey. “Want to know what I think, Sin?”
“If you must,” I drawl and roll. I love the way he gets all growly when I’m sassy with him.
Fisting his long, girthy cock, Conway drags the tip along my slit. “I think you enjoy saying bratty shit like that because you love how easily I can prove you wrong. I think I’ve made it more than clear I’m not like other guys you’ve been with.” Each sentence is accentuated by another swipe over my pussy. “I think I’ve made it clear that your pleasure fuels mine, and I think you know by now, but keep up the act so I can fuck you roughly like you need me to.” This time, he dips the tip inside of me, giving me a teasing taste of what I want. Arching an eyebrow, Conway asks, “Did I get it right?”
I shrug, keeping a bored expression on my face to fuck with him. “Are you planning to actually fuck me any time soon, or would you like to continue psychoanalyzing me all night?”
A growl rips from his throat, and before I know what’s happening, Conway has me flipped over flat on my stomach. His hand cracks down hard on my ass before he palms both cheeks and spreads me open. My face flames when I feel his wet spit land on my pussy and drip down to my clit. His hands knead my flesh as he asks, “Condom?”
I throw him a quizzical look over my shoulder. “Little late for that, don’t you think?” I chuckle. “You didn’t bother asking before fucking me against my house and coming inside me.”
His gaze softens, voice coming out surprisingly gentle when he says, “But I should have. I got caught up in the heat of the moment and acted without thinking, but that doesn’t make it okay. I should have asked.”
The way he can alternate between growly, bossy Daddy and sweet, caring partner is giving me whiplash, but I also can’t deny how much I like it.
“It’s okay.” I twist the upper half of my body to face him better. “I don’t want you to use one. It turns me on feeling you inside of me bare, and it was hot as hell when you filled me with your cum.”
“Are you on…”
He doesn’t bother finishing the sentence, but I know what he’s asking. “You sure pick the weirdest time to have this conversation,” I reply with a chuckle. “But to answer your question, I’m not on birth control because I got my tubes tied after Blakely was born. We’re good.”
Flashing me a smirk that makes my insides flutter, he brings his hand up to his face, this time spitting in his palm before wrapping a hand around his dick and coating himself with it. “Well, in that case,” he rasps darkly, lining himself up and driving his thick length deep in my pussy in one swift move. A choked sound flies out of my mouth as I fist the sheets below me as Conway gives me no time to adjust to his size. Grabbing my hips, he lifts my ass in the air before smoothing a hand up my spine, making sure my upper half is flat on the bed, so I’m nice and arched for him. The new angle, paired with how rough he’s fucking me, has my eyes crossing as I moan and cry out.
“Oh, f-fuck,” I gasp. “Daddy… f-fuck!”
“That’s my fucking good girl.” A growl rumbles out of him as he cracks another hand down on my ass, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure soaring through me, making for a mind-numbing concoction. “Daddy gives you exactly what you need, doesn’t he, Sin?”
Teeth sink into my bottom lip as I nod feverishly, a low groan ripping from my throat, my mind unable to form words with the way he’s fucking me.
“ Fuckkkk, ” Conway groans, the sound gravelly and deep, sending a rush of heat to my core. “You take this fucking cock so well, baby girl. The way you wrap around me and suck me right in, like your pussy is begging to be stretched and filled. Such a needy. Little. Cunt,” he bites out, each word followed by a snap of his hips.
My skin is on fire, the sounds coming out of me hoarse and animal-like, and I already know I couldn’t keep it down even if I tried. Like I have no control over my body and how he’s making me feel. Heart pounding, I bury my face into the bed, biting down on the sheets as I feel myself crest higher and higher. Conway grabs onto my bun, pulling my head back as he plants his other hand on the mattress, forcing me to look up at him.
“Don’t you dare muffle those cries, Sin,” he mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes nearly black. “I want to hear every fucking needy moan as you come all over my cock. I want the neighbors to fucking hear it. I can feel how close you are,” he growls, not letting up on my hair. The sting from my scalp only heightens the pressure building in my core. “Feel the way your cunt is squeezing my cock. So fucking greedy, aren’t you, Sin?”
I can only moan by way of response, my head swimming as my second orgasm of the night is so close I can fucking taste it.
“So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.” Conway keeps a steady pace, his dick reaching places inside of me I didn’t think possible. He’s impossibly deep. “Mmm, fuck , Sin. You’re so goddamn perfect for me. All that sass, and the way you need me to fuck it right out of you. This fat fucking ass, and the way it bounces and jiggles as I pound into it. The way your pretty pink cunt takes me so. Fucking. Good. This body was fucking made for me, Sin. You hear me?”
My legs tremble as my release slams into me, stealing my breath away as my eyes slam shut. It’s somehow more intense than the first one, and Conway talks me through it all, growling his filthy words into my ear.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “Fuck, you feel good pulsing around my cock. Give it all to me. You’re such a good girl.” His moans fill my mind, the raspy, gravel edge to them, the way they seem to make me come harder. “You’re gonna make me come, Sin. Is that what you want? Want me to coat the inside of this tight, throbbing cunt with my cum?”
“Y-yes… yes, Daddy!”
“Yes, Daddy, what?” he growls before nipping at my earlobe.
“Come… Uh, fuck! Come in my pussy, Daddy. Please, please…fill me with your cum, Daddy.”
He groans long and low, his movements becoming jerky and erratic, and I can feel the second he lets go. Feel the way his cock swells and throbs as he empties himself deep in my pussy. Conway brings his hand around the front of my throat as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, moaning through his release.
A man moaning is one of the sexiest sounds to hear, and I can’t get enough of hearing him , specifically, moan in my ear. Once he’s finished, Conway keeps his cock buried inside of me as he rolls us onto our sides. With one arm underneath me, he wraps the other around my waist, holding me tightly against his body like he can’t bear the thought of a single part of me not touching him right now.
I can feel his heartbeat against my back, and I love the way it matches my own. As I work on steadying my breathing, I try to make sense of the way Conway seems to know my body better than even I do.
I’m the most relaxed I think I’ve ever felt in my life.
Who fucking knew sex could be like this?