Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Conway
I t’s nine o’clock on the dot as I kill the ignition on my truck and pull out my phone, finding my thread with Grace.
Me: I’m outside.
I’m almost positive her kids are home tonight, and the last thing I want to do is risk waking them by knocking on the door. After the day—and evening—I’ve had, I need this time with her. Not just for the physical release, but for the emotional aspect too. Nothing sounds as relaxing and stress relieving as holding Grace in her bed. It’s something I’ve wanted to do all week, and now that I have the opportunity, I’m giddy like a kid in a candy store.
Grace is waiting for me when I reach the porch. Based on the fuzzy white robe she’s wearing and the way her hair is wet, I’d bet she just got out of the bath, but the sight of her has my heart thundering and my breath catching in my throat. Something about seeing her bare faced and comfortable in her own skin is just as sexy as seeing her dressed up with her hair and make-up done. And to be honest, I may prefer this side of her more, simply because I know it’s a side most people don’t see.
As I approach her, Grace’s lips tug into a smirk that makes my cock twitch, and there’s a glint in her bright green eyes that reminds me how she begged me to punish her earlier. “Wasn’t sure you’d come,” she murmurs softly.
Holding her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her head back and look into her eyes. “Why’s that?”
Her gaze flicks down to my lips before coming back up, color spreading on her cheeks already. “Because the last message I got from you said you’ll see what you can do. Figured you were busy or didn’t want to come over.”
“Oh, baby girl…” My chest rumbles with a small laugh, and I lean in, bringing my mouth down to hers. Hovering, but not yet touching. Her breath hitches. “I’ve thought about nothing but getting to be near you again all goddamn week.”
Grace hums, folding her arms across her chest. “Funny you say that, since you haven’t made any effort to see me.”
My blood heats, and a grin splits my face at the attitude in her tone. “Aw, is somebody feeling neglected?” I rasp, flicking my tongue across her bottom lip.
Her gaze narrows. “Nope, just seemed like maybe with Cole in town, you were rethinking what we’ve been doing.”
Gaze focused on hers, I shake my head. “Definitely not the case.”
“Sure about that?” she quips.
“Want me to prove how sure I am right here on this porch again, Sin? Or should we go inside, where I can show you in private?”
Pupils blown and lips parted, Grace releases a shaky breath. “Inside,” she purrs. “Definitely show me inside.”
Smirking down at her, I say, “I don’t know. The neighbors probably enjoyed the show last time.”
“Or we traumatized them,” she snorts as she leads us into the house.
As we step into Grace’s bedroom, there’s a candle burning on the nightstand, basking the otherwise dark room in a soft, golden glow. Never taking my eyes off her, I shut and lock the door as she comes to a stop in front of her bed, turning to face me. Slowly and sensually, she works her robe open, giving me a mouthwatering view of the lingerie she’s wearing underneath. The same lingerie she wore to my house last weekend, that I’ve fantasized about seeing in its entirety every day since. Grace lets the robe fall to the floor, and I allow myself a long moment to drink in the sight of her. Red lace and strappy, the two-piece lingerie fits her like it was fucking made for her.
“Fuck, Sin, look at you. So fucking sexy,” I mutter under my breath as I palm my already throbbing length through my sweats. Sauntering toward Grace, my hands itch to touch her, but I refrain. For now. My heart hammers violently in my chest as her heated gaze bores into mine and her teeth sink into her plump, glossy bottom lip. “And all for me, isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“Hmm, I don’t know about that.” Arousal zips through my veins as she shrugs and gives me that bratty fucking smirk I can’t seem to get enough of. “You see, I need a man who appreciates all that I have to offer, and you’ve seemed a bit, what’s the word?”—she taps her index finger to her chin in thought—“preoccupied lately. Like you can’t make time for me. So, I think the real question is, do you deserve to have all of me to yourself?”
“I gotta admit,” I murmur, bringing my hand down to wrap around the front of her throat. “You being all needy and desperate for me fucking does it for me, Sin.”
Grace rolls her eyes and snorts. “Please, I’m the furthest thing from needy and desperate for you.”
Head tilted, my eyebrows pinch. “No?”
Her eyes shimmer with mischief, and her lips curl into a grin that makes my stomach do a flip. “You wish.”
Using my grip on her throat, I shove her onto the bed, loving the startled gasp that falls from her as she glowers up at me, trying her best to appear stern and unaffected, despite the way her nipples pebble through the lace covering them, giving away how turned on she is. The front of my thighs presses up against the edge of the bed as I ease her legs open wider. My gaze flicks up to meet hers, and the tip of my cock leaks at the heat and desire staring back at me. My girl’s fucking gone for me already.
“I call bullshit,” I murmur, relishing the shallow rise and fall of her lace-covered tits as my fingers dance along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
“Is that right?” she throws back.
“Mmhmm.” I hook a finger underneath her panties, pulling the material to the side, revealing her sexy, pierced pussy. It glistens under the candlelight from how wet she already is. “I think you’ve been dying for me to come fill you with my fat fucking cock again.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself.” Grace flashes me a bratty grin. “Almost makes me want to pretend you’re right.”
“That would almost be believable,” I rasp, running my middle finger along her drenched slit, my cock aching to sink into her tight, hot pussy. “Except I can smell how turned on you are, baby girl. Your sweet scent fills the room, giving you away. You’re so wet for me, Sin, your pretty little cunt practically begging me to fill and stretch it.”
Grace’s eyes are nearly black as she peers up at me, pink tongue poking out to wet her full lips, but she doesn’t say anything.
Circling her hole a few times but never dipping inside, I drop my voice. “And if I had to guess, I’d say you’ve replayed sucking my cock at Davis’s place last weekend more than once since then. You were probably lying right here in this bed, reliving it while your fingers rubbed this throbbing little clit. I bet you made yourself explode with the memory of my cum down your throat. Remembering how heavy I was against your tongue, how I tasted, and how fucking wet you were while you were doing it. My friend in the other room about to walk in on us, and still, you couldn’t hold back your moans and whimpers. But you didn’t care about getting caught, did you, Sin? Sucking Daddy’s cock and making him come turned you on too much to care, didn’t it?”
Biting back a smile, Grace props herself up on her elbows and shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, it was okay.”
Such a fucking brat. A smile spreads up my face as I breathe out a chuckle. “So, then you haven’t touched yourself while thinking about it?”
Peering up at me innocently, she shakes her head. “Nope.”
Leaning over her body, my hand drops down onto the bed beside Grace’s head, her breath hitching at the sudden change in proximity. My hand grips her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Don’t lie to me, baby girl,” I growl. “Trust me, you won’t like the consequences.”
Huffing out a laugh, Grace rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, and what consequences would those be? You gonna spank me again? Because I think we’ve already established that I do, in fact, like those consequences.”
Chuckling darkly, I drop my hand from her jaw, running a single finger over the column of her throat, down her chest, and across her abdomen before slipping my hand inside her panties, cupping her hot, wet cunt roughly. “No, Grace. If you lie to me, I will not spank you again,” I mutter gruffly. “I will walk out of here and go home, leaving this needy little cunt throbbing and aching for something it won’t be getting.”
Eyebrows cinched, a whimper slips past her lips as Grace grinds against my palm. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it. She’s starting to crack, and she’s about to break. I can feel it. Grace wants this too much to risk me leaving her like this. And so do I. Fuck, I don’t just want this… I need it. I need to feel my cock sink into her hot, wet pussy, feel her body stretch for me. Hear her sexy moans in my ear as her body gives in to mine. Lose myself inside her.
I fucking need it, which means I need her to submit to me. Admit what we both already know.
“I’ll ask you again, Sin,” I murmur, voice full of gravel as I withdraw my hand from her panties, but not before dragging my fingers through her sticky arousal. Bringing them up to my face, her eyes darken as she watches me inhale her sweet, earthy scent before sucking the flavor of her off the glistening digits. “Have you made yourself come thinking about last weekend?”
Full, pink lips parted, Grace swallows hard and nods.
“Ah-ah,” I tsk, lip curling up. “Words, baby girl.”
“Yes, okay! Happy now?” Grace breathes out a disgruntled huff, her hand smacking against the mattress. “My gosh, you’re insufferable!”
Pride swells in my chest at her admission, and my cock is so hard it hurts. I make a show of raking my gaze greedily down the front of her body before coming back up to her face again, and saying, “Show me.”
Her brow furrows adorably. “Show you what?”
Standing to my full height, I reach behind my head and tug off my shirt before shoving my sweats down enough to free my aching length. Grace’s gaze drops to where my hand wraps around it, and as I lazily pump myself, I clarify. “Show me how my sexy, needy girl plays with my pretty little pussy when I’m not around.”
Crimson stains her cheeks in an instant. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can. And you will, because you want to make Daddy proud, don’t you, Sin?”
Biting her lip, she nods, the color spreading down to her chest, nearly matching the lace she’s wearing.
“That’s right,” I husk, twisting my wrist as I continue to stroke myself. “Now, let me see how you make yourself feel good, and I’ll consider giving you this cock.”
Her lace-covered breasts rise and fall with rapid, shallow breaths, and she almost looks bashful under my gaze. I think she wants to do this for me, but she’s… I don’t know, nervous, maybe? Though, I don’t know why. Heat flares in her hooded eyes, and I watch the exact moment she gives in, bringing her hands to the waistband of her panties, ready to pull them down, but I stop her before she can.
“No,” I growl, causing her gaze to snap up to meet mine. “Leave them on.”
Teeth sunk into her bottom lip, Grace nods, knowing exactly what I want from her without me having to say it. She hooks two fingers under the side of the panties, tugging them to the side, and my mouth waters at the sight of her slick, pink pussy. Bringing her other hand up to her mouth, a bolt of heat shoots down to my balls as she drags her tongue along the pads of her fingers, coating them with spit before bringing them down on her clit, all while her gaze never leaves mine.
The smell of her arousal fills the air, so potent I can practically taste it on my tongue, driving me out of my mind. As her delicate fingers circle the swollen bud, she lets out the sexiest, breathiest moan I’ve ever heard, and I know without a sliver of a doubt, I’m done for. In all my years, I have never felt as out of control as I do when I’m with Grace. Never felt this desperate to consume every single part of someone. The way Grace has the ability to turn me on in ways I haven’t experienced since I was younger, and the fucked-up part is, I don’t think she’s even aware of it. She’s completely oblivious to how gone for her I am.
The air between us is electric, the desire surrounding us so thick I can barely breathe. Grace’s gaze alternates between my face and my cock, and as the minutes melt away, I can see her finding her confidence, her fingers sure and fervid against her clit. Looking nothing short of a breathtaking goddess lying on the bed, Grace has her thighs spread wide for me, cunt swollen and dripping, with a dark, heady look of pure heat staring back at me. The slick sound of her arousal as she works herself over mixes with her soft moans, creating an erotic soundtrack I could listen to on repeat for all of eternity and never get sick of it.
A growl rumbles from my chest as I admire the woman before me. “So fucking beautiful, baby girl,” I grit out, slowing my hand down, knowing if I don’t, I’ll finish before I have a chance to sink into her sweet heaven. “Such a good fucking girl, showing Daddy how you play with this pretty pussy.”
Grace’s eyes roll back as her jaw goes slack.
I can’t take it any longer. My body is thrumming, cock so fucking hard and balls so tight I’m surprised I haven’t busted. Grabbing Grace behind the knees, I yank her to the edge of the bed, relishing how her legs tighten around my waist, like she can’t get close enough to me. The smirk she gives me that’s dripping with sex as she spreads her index and middle finger apart, letting me see her sexy, pierced clit, nearly does me in. My heart is pounding, fire swimming in my veins as my head feels light. I’m intoxicated on Grace; there’s no other way to put it.
She’s the finest of wines, made specifically for me.
My gaze lifts, meeting hers, and a moment passes when neither of us says a thing, neither of us moves an inch, but it feels as if so much is said. I drag my tongue across my lips, and when her eyes greedily drop to take in the movement, I can’t help grinning.
Every inch of my flesh tingles, anticipation and arousal flooding my system. Fisting my cock, I let a drop of spit fall from my lips, landing on the sweetest goddamn pussy I’ve ever seen. Grace groans as I spread it with the tip of my dick, pulling herself back up on her elbows so she can watch. Something fierce clutches at my chest. “This pretty cunt is all mine, isn’t it, Sin?” I ask darkly.
Grace nods, a whimper slipping past her lips as her eyes lift to meet mine. Like she knows what’s coming, her hands tighten into fists, gripping the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, and she lowers her gaze between us again. I sink into her tight, dripping wet pussy, bottoming out in one go as her eyes roll back and she cries out.
“You’re damn fucking right it is,” I growl, pulling out to the tip before slamming back into her, harder this time.
Grace’s walls constrict around my cock, and she slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the screams, her eyes never leaving the spot where our bodies are connected. I don’t take it easy on her, don’t give her a single moment to adjust. Tossing her legs over my shoulders, she falls onto her back, peering up at me from beneath heavy eyelids as I grip her thighs in a bruising hold, feeding her every last inch of my cock until it’s impossible to tell where I end and Grace begins.
The sounds of slick skin slapping and my cock pounding into her greedy, soaking wet cunt fill the air, my heart thrash against my ribs, and sweat pouring down my back. I reach up and grab a fistful of her lace lingerie top right in the middle, holding on to it like an anchor as I drill into her. The material shifts down, causing her breasts spilling out, which only adds to the ravenous hunger I feel for her. Her nipples are taut as her tits bounce mesmerizingly. The fact that she’s still wearing the lingerie and I’ve still got my sweats on only adds to the inferno spreading in my veins.
There’s something so fucking filthy about needing to be inside of Grace so goddamn badly that I couldn’t be bothered to remove even her panties. The sight of the red lace pushed to the side as her swollen pussy stretches around my thick grith unlocks something primal inside me.
Bringing my thumb down on her clit, I apply pressure while I circle the sensitive bud, feeling her tighten around my cock as she lets out a low, carnal moan. “Is this what you needed, baby girl?” I ask huskily, my gaze lifting to meet hers. “Needed me to come fuck that sassy little attitude out of you?”
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “Y-yes!”
I hum appreciatively. “You missed the way Daddy makes you feel, is that it?”
Grace nods frantically, her eyebrows pinched together tightly as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Her eyes are glassy and hooded, cheeks stained pink, and there’s a sheen of sweat glistening along her chest. Letting Grace’s legs fall from my shoulder, she wraps them around my waist as I lean down, body blanketing hers, as I run the flat of my tongue across one of her tits, sucking her hardened nipple into my mouth as my cock continues to rock in and out of her.
Hand coming to the back of my head, Grace threads her fingers through my wet strands, tugging just enough to add a bite of pain. “Oh, f-fuck,” she groans, the sound vibrating into me. She slips her free hand between us, fingers replacing my thumb on her clit. “Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good .”
There’s a raspiness to her voice that scratches something in my brain. Her muscles tense, thighs tight around my waist, as her moans become lower and more throaty, and I know she’s riding on the precipice of her release. Listening to her fall apart, feeling her writhe beneath me as her breathing comes out in harsh pants, has me very quickly joining her on the edge of oblivion.
“Kiss me,” Grace breathes, using her grip on my hair to guide my face up to hers.
Lips a hairsbreadth apart, I gaze into her eyes, my chest tight and my throat thick with unexpected emotion as my left hand finds her hip while my right rests on the bed beside her head as I close what little distance is between us, fusing my mouth to hers. Fireworks erupt behind my eyelids, pressure building low in my spine, and as my tongue parts her lips and she feeds me a long, low moan, it would seem neither of us can hold back any longer.
Grace wraps her arms around my shoulders as she throws her head back onto the bed and arches her back, her cunt pulsating around my throbbing cock. My lips pepper their way down to her neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh as my balls draw up and I spill deep inside her pussy.
Filling her up.
Marking her.
By the time the last drop spurts out, we’re both covered in sweat and out of breath. I don’t pull out of her right away, instead savoring her warmth. Grace’s fingers gently thread through the hair on the back of my head, her nails occasionally raking along my scalp. The sensation is relaxing, and I want more than anything to curl under the covers and sleep with her in my arms all night long, but I know that’s not possible with her kids home.
Eventually, and begrudgingly, I pull out of her and press a kiss to her lips before climbing off the bed and getting dressed. Finding her robe, Grace slips it on, tying it around her waist before peering up at me with tired eyes and an adorable, sated smile.
This fucking girl.
“I’ll walk you out,” she offers before padding barefoot across the carpet.
Stepping onto the porch, the crisp, fall night air surrounds us, and it feels incredible. Grace turns around to face me, and she almost looks bashful as her gaze locks with mine. Silence falls over us for a moment, but it’s comfortable. Eventually, I pull her into my chest as her arms wrap around my middle, and we hold on to each other like it’s the most natural thing in the world. When the embrace ends, I bring my hand up and cup the side of her face before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Goodnight, baby girl,” I husk.
A small smile curls her lips. “Night, Daddy,” she says, sinfully sweet. “Drive safe.”
As I climb into my truck and make the short trip home, two things run through my mind on a loop. The first, how disappointing it feels knowing I’m about to climb into my bed alone, when I should have Grace beside me. And the second thought being that something between us shifted tonight. I don’t know what that is, but I can feel it, and I’m willing to bet Grace does too. We connected on a much deeper level than simply physical.
The latter should freak me out.
But it doesn’t.