Chapter 39 Grayson #3
Pleasure pools in my stomach so hard and fast that before Macy is even halfway back from the cloud, I tear through the condom my pocket hasn’t been without for the past two weeks while we waited for the doctor’s approval to move our relationship into sexual territory.
After a quick scan of the room, I flip Macy onto her stomach before pulling back on her hips. A groan shreds through my throat when the head of my cock pierces the slipperiness between her legs. She’s drenched from front to back and grinding back down on my dick like she can’t wait a second longer.
“Look at me,” I demand, staring at her reflection in the wall of mirrors.
The built-in closets with mirrored doors were designed for practicality, but at the moment, they are showcasing the most sensual image I have ever seen.
Macy’s cheeks are heated and flushed, her eyes are wide, and even after she drenched the sheets with proof of her multiple arousals, she shows no signs of embarrassment.
Even if she couldn’t feel what her body does to me, she can see it. Not from gawking at my cock, which hasn’t stopped throbbing over the past thirty minutes, but from the sheer admiration in my eyes.
I am obsessed with this woman, utterly and wholly devoured by her. She is mine, and it will take more than a bullet to steal her from me.
“Ready?”
When she nods, I guide my cock through the seam of her pussy, coating myself in her juices.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I don’t recognize my voice, but for once, it’s not that annoying dweeb I should have dumped when I reached my tweens. It is deep and masculine, and one hundred percent claiming.
I’ve fantasized about this for years.
Fucking her.
Claiming her.
Owning every inch of her.
And it is finally coming true.
“Luckiest fucking man in the world,” I murmur while sinking deep inside her.
She can’t take all of me, but boy, does she give it her best shot. She swallows my cock like she was born to do it, before she swivels her hips, welcoming in another inch or two.
I flex my dick, moaning when her pussy responds by tightening around me, before I find her eyes. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move, fre—”
“Now! I’m ready now,” she interrupts, breathing heavily.
Her begs make me hot all over, and I can’t wait to force more of them out of her mouth. For now, though, I slowly withdraw my dick before stuffing it back in, a little more impatient this time.
“Mm,” Macy purrs, my balls feeling the vibration. “You feel so good.”
Not as fucking good as she looks swamped by my body.
I tower over her, and even though I’m searching her face for any signs of pain or distress, I can’t miss how well I fill her.
She’s taking my cock like a real champ, so it is only fair that I answer the silent pleas in her eyes by thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
“So good. You’re taking my cock so well.”
I rock in and out, drawing choked moans and pleas for more. She almost takes me to the base when the eagerness of our rocks sees one of my hands shifting from her hip to her shoulder. I pull her down on me again and again, filling the room with the delicious sound of skin slapping skin.
“P-please,” Macy begs as her body begins to shake.
I take her harder. Fiercely. I fuck her until her body jerks and the droplets of sweat dribbling down the column of her beautiful neck puddle on the hand curled around her throat.
I don’t know when it moved from her shoulder to her throat, but when the slightest compression sets her off, I hold on for dear life, roaring through the tight grip of her pussy as it milks me during her umpteenth orgasm.
“Eyes, Macy. Give them to me.”
Obeying my demand immediately frees me from the madness that I’m hurting her emotionally more than physically. She’s strong as fuck, and a tank couldn’t take her down, but that wasn’t always the case. Her vulnerability has been exploited in the past.
It’s my mission to ensure she never experiences anything like that again.
“Good girl,” I praise when her desperation to keep our connection burning sees her guiding the rest of our exchange.
She bounces herself on and off my cock while maintaining eye contact. It’s an intimate exchange, but it is also filthy. I’m gripping her throat and toying with her clit with my other hand while my cock demands every inch of her pussy.
I won’t mention how Macy rolls her hips while riding the wave cresting through her, or I’ll make an embarrassment of myself.
I’m dying to come. So much so, I surrender to the madness before I can remind my cock this isn’t about him. It isn’t even about me. It is about us—Macy and me. Together.
“Fuck,” I grunt as cum fills the lining of my condom.
The throbbing of my cock as it fires off streams of cum sets Macy off again. Her vaginal walls tighten around me as the most beautiful expression crosses her face. She shudders and shakes as my name roars from her throat in a mangled groan.
I can’t stop rocking, fucking, moving my hips. I take and take and take until Macy collapses onto the bed in exhaustion, and my condom is disgustingly full.
My cock slips out of Macy when she crawls up the bedding, desperate to rest her weary head. When she peers back at me, sexually satiated and red-faced, I smile at her. I’m not grinning because she looks thoroughly fucked. It is from her mouth forming an O as she stares at my still-rock-hard cock.
He hasn’t gone down in the slightest. He’s as thick now as he was when I first heard her moan my name, and it isn’t going down for anything… except perhaps that.
My eyes shoot to the baby monitor when a familiar wail sounds through it. It’s the cry of a hungry baby who isn’t due for another feeding until… I check my watch.
Now.
He’s due now.
What the?
Macy’s throaty giggle draws my focus back to her. I have no clue how it ever deviated. God, she’s beautiful. Cute and fierce. Smart and kind. She’s the entire package, and I am incredibly proud to call her mine.
“Two hours not enough for you, Malfoy?”
Her laughter loudens when I wave my hand at my cock, which could take out her eye even from a distance. “Clearly not.”
She makes the situation worse when she murmurs, “Then I guess it’s lucky I called in backup.”
I should hate the way my cock throbs when the familiar drawl of Adeline sounds out of the baby monitor, but I don’t. Adeline makes cooing noises at Mason while the recognizable vibrations of a bottle warmer buzz in the background, but nothing can detract from the visual of Macy’s hungry gaze.
Her eyes are locked on my cock, and although she remains silent, I’m a skilled enough profiler to know her plan of attack.
My girl wants to suck my dick, and I’m the man born to answer her every whim.