Chapter 36
Thirty-Six
Grace
T he soft sound of knuckles rapping against the door sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins, like we’re a couple of teenagers sneaking around. As soon as I pull the door open, Conway’s husky body crowds me, lips crashing into mine as he shoves us back, and flicks the lock into place. Thank gosh this restaurant has private bathrooms. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, leaving me breathless before he moves down, pressing kisses along my jaw.
The scratch from his beard against my neck as his lips sear tender, heated kisses onto my skin fills my system with a wanton need I’ve only ever experienced with him. Greedy hands roam all over my body while hungry lips take in every inch of my neck before coming back up to my mouth. Conway kisses me like he can’t get close enough, and I’m giving it back to him just the same.
Since the minute we landed this morning, I’ve been overwhelmed in the best way. When Conway told me he was taking me out of town this weekend, I didn’t really know what to expect, but this certainly wasn’t it. My heart is ready to leap out of my chest with what he’s done for me, and this is only the first night. I can’t even begin to imagine what he has in store for tomorrow, or how much of a blubbering mess I’ll be by the end of it.
Conway’s hands come to the front of my blouse and quickly work each button open, shoving the material off my shoulders before tossing it on the counter beside us. My hands tremble as they find the button on his slacks while his reaches around and locates the zipper on the back of my deep maroon skirt. As soon as he works the zipper down, he lets it fall to the floor before I step out of it. Peering up at him, with a racing heart and my pussy throbbing, standing before him in nothing but my panties, a pair of sheer black tights, and my heels, I nearly combust as he drags his darkening gaze down the length of my body before coming back up to my face. The look in his eyes is scalding and downright filthy, and I have to press my thighs together to relieve some of the ache.
A growl rumbles in his chest, the sound sending heat down my spine, as he reaches behind his head and rips his shirt off. “Be a good girl for me, Sin, and take those fucking tights off, so I can have my way with you.”
Yup, that’ll do it.
Arousal floods my veins, my pussy clenching, desperate to feel his massive cock stretch me and fill me as I shove the nylon down quicker than I thought possible. Conway’s eyes darken as his gaze drags down the length of my body, taking in my taut, exposed breasts before dipping lower to the black lace thong. I feel like a goddess standing before him.
“Christ, look at you,” he rasps before closing the short distance between us and crashing his mouth to mine as he walks us back until I’m pressed up against the wall. His tongue delves into my mouth, exploring and savoring, one hand circling my throat while his other palms one of my sensitive breasts.
The kiss is rough and messy, teeth nipping at my bottom lip before he sucks on it, eliciting a moan from deep in my chest. Hand skating down my sides, Conway lifts my leg, wrapping it around him as he brings his body flush with mine, the thick ridge of his erection grazing my lace-covered pussy and driving me wild. Hungry lips leaving mine, he works his way along my jaw and down to my neck again before sucking on my pulse point hard enough I know there will be a mark later.
Dropping my head back against the wall behind me, my eyelids flutter shut as I moan, “I need you, Conway. I need to feel all of you. Please.”
A groan resounds from him as he grips my chin between his fingers and turns my head toward him, stealing my breath away with one final kiss before he drops to his knees. With strong, dark brows, chiseled cheekbones, and a square jaw covered in a short, thick layer of salt and pepper scruff, Conway looks like a god kneeling before me—beautiful, powerful, and aged like fine wine. His hooded gaze peers up at me, desire pouring out of him and a devilish smirk that ignites something salacious in me curling his lips as he glides the back of his knuckle over the small patch of lace covering my slick, needy pussy.
“Already so wet for Daddy,” he murmurs, voice coated in gravel. “I bet this tight little cunt is just aching for my cock to fill it right here, where anybody could hear us, isn’t it, Sin?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, my brows pinched as I nod.
“That’s right. My girl is desperate for what only I can give her,” he purrs, hooking his finger underneath the material and tugging it to the side, the cool air hitting my most intimate area, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. Licking his lips nice and slow, Conway flicks his gaze up to my face again before he adds, “But we skipped dessert out there, so first, I’m going to need to feast on this sweet, dripping pussy of yours until you come all over my tongue, you understand, baby girl?”
A whimper falls from my lips. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”
“I know you do, baby girl,” he rasps. “But you have to keep it down. Think you can do that for me?”
My lips curl up as I nod, and that is all the confirmation he needs before leaning forward, the tip of his nose brushing along my slit as he inhales deeply.
Conway’s chest rumbles with a deep, primal growl and his eyes roll back as he shamelessly breathes me in a second time. The sound is crude, but also undeniably hot, and I can feel my cheeks flame as I watch him.
“Goddamn, Sin,” he groans, dragging my panties down until I step out of them. Pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. “This fucking pussy and your heavenly scent drive me out of my mind. I can’t fucking get enough.”
My jaw relaxes, a gasp falling from me, morphing into a moan, as Conway uses the flat of his tongue to lick a hot, wet stripe along the length of my pussy before sealing his lips around my throbbing clit and sucking it into his mouth. I let my head drop back against the wall as he keeps going while also flicking the tip of his tongue against my piercing, and I smirk as I take in the sight behind Conway. I’ve been too focused on this blazing need in me, I didn’t even notice the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall.
The sight of me naked in the bathroom of this restaurant, with my cheeks flushed, my eyes dark and hooded, and my leg draped over Conway’s shoulder as he devours my pussy like a starved man, makes everything about this moment infinitely hotter. I’ve never felt as seductive as I do right now, drinking in my own reflection. It’s empowering and so fucking erotic, somehow enhancing every single swirl or brush of his tongue. My chest rises and falls with each rapid, shallow breath I drag in and let out, every inch of skin on my body tingling like electricity is thrumming through my veins.
Bringing my hand up, I palm one of my breasts, squeezing the soft mound before tweaking my hard nipple between my fingers as Conway sinks two thick fingers into my pussy, fucking me with them while he continues to ravage me with his skilled tongue. Euphoric pleasure pulses through me, making my head dizzy and my legs tremble. Using my other hand, I fist the thick strands atop Conway’s head as I grind against his face, hips rocking of their own volition as I feel the start of my release spread through my body.
“Fuck,” I gasp, followed by a deep, throaty groan when Conway sucks on my clit again while also curling his fingers inside of me, my eyes rolling back. “I’m close. F-fuck , I’m so close, Daddy! Don’t stop.”
The growl that rumbles in his chest is deep and primal as he keeps his steady pace. Heart thundering, molten heat zips down my spine, settling deep in my core as my muscles tense and a fresh wave of goosebumps covers my flesh. The air around us is blazing, sweat dripping out of my pores. I lift my gaze to the mirror again, taking in the raw pleasure etched into my features before then dropping lower, as I watch Conway, with his face buried between my thighs, pull the most intense and exquisite and overwhelming pleasure from my trembling body.
My orgasm hits me fast and hard as soon as I feel Conway gently tug on my piercing with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. I throw my head back, slap a hand over my mouth, and cry out as the first wave crashes over me, my clit pulsing and my pussy clenching around his thick fingers. Conway never once lets up either, skillfully working me over as my orgasm wrecks me. It’s a wonder how my legs don’t give out on me by the time it stops.
Pulling his glistening fingers out of me, Conway brings them up to his mouth, gaze burning into mine as he licks them clean. The groan that comes from him is carnal, sending a renewed bolt of heat to my core as if I didn’t just have a mind-blowing orgasm not even a minute ago. Conway stands, hand coming beside my head as his lips crash down on mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, feeding me the sweet taste of my own arousal. The sound of him shoving his slacks down reaches my ears before I hear the material hit the ground.
Conway grabs my hand, guiding it to his big, thick cock. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, it’s hot and velvet soft against my palm as I slowly pump him from base to tip, swiping up the pre-cum waiting for me at the slit. Breaking the kiss, I smirk and peer up at him from beneath my lashes while I bring my thumb up to his mouth, rubbing the slick, sticky liquid along his bottom lip. A groan rumbles from his chest as his tongue dips out and cleans it up before grabbing me by the back of my neck and hauling his mouth against mine. Like before, he feeds me the taste off his tongue while effectively turning my body into putty for him.
“My dirty fucking girl,” he rasps before nipping at my bottom lip once more. His hand still wrapped around the back of my neck, Conway flips me around until we’re both facing the mirror. With mascara smudged under my eyes, pupils blown wide, and my lips swollen and red, I look so far gone . Conway brings his mouth up to my ear, voice full of gravel as he says, “Hands flat on the mirror, Sin, and let me see that sweet ass arch for Daddy.”
I’m moving before he even has a chance to finish the growly order, my palms connecting with the cool glass as I widen my stance and back up a step before leaning forward and arching my back as best as I can. Desire and something that looks a hell of a lot like pride flashes through Conway’s nearly black eyes at me following his direction. Gaze lowering over his reflection in the mirror, I take in the way his fist curls around his fat, veiny cock, stroking himself while smoothing a rough, calloused hand down the center of my back before cracking down on my ass. A yelp falls off my lips as a shiver rolls down my spine, pussy throbbing and skin on fire, waiting to see what comes next, and not giving a single fuck about being heard.
Conway runs two fingers along my drenched center, hand still slowly pumping his cock, and it feels like I’m going to combust any minute. My body is so keyed up, so full of need and electricity, I can barely breathe. With my heart pounding wildly, palms sweaty as I maintain my position, each featherlight brush of his fingers feels like heaven.
“I’m curious,” he starts, keeping his voice low. “How much did you miss this while you were pretending we were over?”
I smirk, meeting his gaze in the mirror, but don’t say anything.
“Baby girl,” he warns, the rasp in his voice sending chills down my spine. “Answer me.”
Giggling, I press my ass back into him and ask, “Or what, Daddy?”
Conway’s lips twist into a wicked grin as he chuckles. He brings our bodies flush, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and yanks my head back before dropping his mouth to my ear, nipping sharply at the lobe. “There she is,” he growls. “There’s that fucking attitude I love to fuck right out of you.”
My jaw relaxes, breath catching in my throat as my gaze connects with Conway’s in the mirror, every inch of my body on fire and desperate for this man. I’m ripping at the seams, and I fucking love it. I crave this, right here between him and I. The sizzling tension, the push and pull, the way my body utterly unravels for him in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Eyes still locked on mine, Conway takes a step back, brings his hand up to his face, and spits in his palm before his body is flush with mine again. He teases the tip of his cock slowly up and down my slit, my eyes fluttering as I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. His breath is hot on my neck as he says, “Tell me, Sin. Did you play with my pretty little pussy while you thought about me?”
A breathy moan falls from my lips as he sinks two thick digits into me with ease, my body more than ready for him.
“Did you slide your fingers, just like this, into this sweet fucking cunt while pretending they were mine? Then did you make yourself come while wishing it was my cock stretching you instead?”
A throat deep groan rips from me as I nod shamelessly. “Yes, Daddy,” I moan.
“That’s fucking right,” he growls as he pulls his fingers out, and lines his fat tip up to my soaking wet, aching pussy. “I know this body like the back of my hand, know how to make you feel good, know exactly what you need.” Teasing me, he drags the tip over my clit before coming back to the hole as he adds, “Like right now, I know all you need is to be filled to the brim by Daddy’s cock, isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“Please,” I beg, my voice rough with arousal.
A grin tugs on his mouth as he reaches over and retrieves the panties he must’ve tossed on the counter before balling them up and shoving them past my lips, my mouth watering immediately. Leaning in, Conway meets my gaze in the mirror as he brings his lips to my ear. A full body tremble rolls through me as I feel his breath on my overheated skin. “Quiet, baby girl,” he rumbles low in his chest, the sound raw and deep, edged with hunger and pure debauchery.
And that’s all the warning I get.
Conway isn’t slow, and he sure as fuck isn’t gentle, as he thrusts into me, and I fucking love it. Love the way my body stretches to fit all of him, the pleasure that floods my system, the way his pelvis crashes into my ass when he bottoms out, feeding me every last impressive inch. I let out a long, low, muffled moan, fingers curling against the mirror as I fight to maintain the position.
“ Fuckkkk ,” he groans through a tight jaw. “Your cunt is fucking perfect.” Pulling out to the tip, he slams back in, harder this time. “So fucking good.” Thrust. “So tight.” Thrust. “Fucking made for me.” Thrust.
My heart stammers as I take in my own reflection. Watching myself get completely ravaged by this strong, powerful man, and how utterly disheveled and insatiable I look while doing it is, hands down, one of the hottest sights I’ve ever seen. Smudged make up, hair tousled and wild, eyes wet and bloodshot, and the panties… God, the sight of the black lace crudely stuffed in my mouth, with saliva spilling out the corners and down my chin is filthy, and also empowering. Being able to be this free with a man, to take what I want—what I crave—without feeling embarrassed, is a rush. Sliding my gaze over, I drink in the sight of Conway. The way he’s already watching me. The way he’s ruthlessly pounding into me. The way his jaw is slack, and sweat glistens across his wide, burly chest.
There is nothing quiet or contained about the moans and cries coming out of me, even with the panties in my mouth, sounding animalistic to my own ears, but I’m too far gone to care.
Let everyone hear us.
Let them hear how good he gives it to me.
Conway grips my hip, nails biting into the flesh as he brings his other hand to my shoulder, holding on to it as leverage while he pounds into me savagely, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. “You’re so goddamn pretty,” he rasps. “Taking my cock like the good fucking girl you are.” The smile that tugs on his lips is dripping with lust. “Is this what you needed, Sin?”
I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust, my eyes never leaving his in the mirror. Brows cinched tightly, I whimper as I nod feverishly before he reaches up and pulls the lace out of my mouth, a pool of spit dripping down my chin before I can stop it.
“Words, baby girl. Is this what you needed, hmm? Getting fucked like a dirty little slut in the bathroom?”
A broken moan pulls from my throat as I cry out, “Yes! Daddy— f-fuck —I need you, need your fat cock. Please, Daddy .”
“That’s fucking right,” he growls. “Tell me what else you need, baby girl. Let me hear it.”
My mind is light and floaty, body thrumming as Conway groans, switching to rough, shallow strokes, hitting impossibly deep. His grip on my hip turns painful, mixing deliciously with the pleasure. I drop my head down, eyes rolling back as everything intensifies. Sweat covers my body, heart galloping against my ribs, and my skin tingles in a way that feels like heaven. My knees and my arms tremble from holding myself up.
“Fuck! Fill me up,” I cry out. “I need you to come in my pussy. Need you to make a mess of me, Daddy.”
As if Conway can read my mind, knowing exactly what I need without me having to say a word, he wraps his arms around my waist and throat, pulling me back until I’m flush with his chest, standing up on the tips of my toes. The change in angle has my eyes crossing as I reach behind us and grab a fistful of his hair, resting my head against his shoulder as we hold each other’s gaze in the mirror. Time doesn’t exist right now—nothing does, except him and I—and it’s as if we become one. Where he ends and I begin doesn’t matter.
“I fucking love when you beg for what you want, baby girl.” Conway brings his hand down, fingers easily finding my clit, and it becomes impossible to think or breathe or do anything other than drown in the pleasure coursing through my body. If it weren’t for his hold on me, it feels like I’d float away. “You want me to come in this tight, perfect little pussy?” Nodding, my breath comes out in harsh pants. “Yeah…want to feel me dripping down your leg when we’re done?” Another nod as pressure builds in my core. “Such a fucking filthy girl. My filthy girl.”
Gasping for air and unable to hold on any longer, my muscles tense moments before I let go. The second one hits harder than the first time as euphoria floods my system, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. Wave after wave crashes over me, each one more intense than the last. Tingles spread along my arms, over my chest, and down my legs, a full body burst of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he rasps in my ear. “I fucking love the way your greedy little cunt squeezes and soaks my cock.” He groans, the sound vibrating through me, and I can tell by his movements that he’s getting close. I need it. More than I needed my own. “Fuck, you listen so well too. Giving Daddy exactly what he wants. Such a good. Fucking. Girl you are, Grace.”
I whimper, eyebrows cinched. Something about hearing him say my name instead of “baby girl” or “Sin” feels different. More intimate. It’s heady, especially with the eye contact he’s holding with me in the mirror.
A moment later, Conway’s body tenses and stills before his cock pulses, emptying his seed deep inside me. His rough, deep groans surround me, the hold on me punishing, as he rides the high. Once he’s finished, Conway rests his sweat slick forehead on my shoulder as his body sags against mine. I press my hand against the glass, steadying us both as we work on regulating our breathing.
That was… intense. Wow.
“Fuck, I missed this,” I blurt out, feeling Conway’s body shake behind me as he chuckles.
“Yeah, me too,” he drawls. “We’re never going that long again.”
I giggle. “I can’t believe we just did that in here. Do you think anybody heard us?”
“Oh, a hundred percent,” he drawls, causing my cheeks to heat.
We stay like that for another minute before Conway stands, smacking a hand to my ass. “Come on,” he mutters. “Let’s sneak out of here before we get in trouble, then go back to the hotel room, shower, and do it again.”
Turning toward him, he grips my neck, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before we get dressed and I make my face and hair look as presentable as possible, all while one blaring thought fills my mind: It’s a thought I’ve had before, one I think maybe I’ve known for a while, but as our eyes meet in the mirror one last time, a flirty look shared between us that says a thousand words at once, I feel its truth deep in my soul.
I am so unbelievably in love with this man.
And for once, the weight of those feelings doesn’t paralyze me with fear.
It comforts me, like it should. Like I always wished it would.