Chapter 20 #3
He wasn’t wrong at all. The way I’d panicked last night was far from happening.
I felt not only empowered, but tenacious, too.
I was the one makin’ him lose his mind, makin’ his eyes grow heavy and his legs tremble under mine.
It was somethin’ I wouldn’t have wanted to do with anyone else, but with him, I was ready to be open.
Vulnerable. I glanced between us and raised my hips, and right as he bit down on his lip, I lined up the head of his cock with my center and sank down.
“Fuuuuck, Peach.” He groaned and tossed his head back briefly, his legs quaking beneath me.
“You feel so fucking good. So. Damn. Fuuuck.” I could tell he was tryin’ real hard not to thrust up, and I was tryin’ real hard not to whimper or wince at the stretch.
He was big in a way that knocked right into my cervix, and that piercing?
I could definitely feel that.
“My god.” I threw my forehead on his shoulder and sank my teeth into my lips, sealing them as I moved my hips, adjusting to him.
“Atta girl. You’re doin’ so good.” He kissed my shoulder as I moved slowly, my toes digging into the wood to get leverage.
As I did so, the metal ring along his pubic bone grazed over my clit, sending warmth through my body as my arousal coated his length.
“I know it’s a lot. But you can take it. ” He chuckled softly. “That feel good?”
“Mhmmm.” I swiveled again, digging my nails into his shoulders, because my toes could hardly reach the wood.
“This chair was dumb…a dumb—” I whimpered when my toes slipped, and he groaned as I somehow got deeper than before.
I cried out, and he captured my lips, drinking my pain.
“Grant,” I panted against his mouth. “I need to untie you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me what to do.” He kissed down my neck, his cock throbbing inside me.
I moaned as he bit my nipple. “Slide your hands out and carry me inside.”
“And then what?”
“I—” I hadn’t thought beyond getting off the chair and finding somewhere better to ride him.
I wanted our bodies sweaty, hot and hungry.
I want to bite him and lick each dip of his abs.
Somethin’ about this man made me lose my damn mind.
So, I blurted out the first thing I could think of.
“I want you on your back on the bed, your hands tied with your belt so I can ride you while you beg for me to let you come inside me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, darlin’.” Grant’s shoulders shuffled, and before I knew it, his hands were under my ass, and my arms were wrapping around him. He stopped at the dresser, reaching his hand in and pulling out a belt, his cock staying inside me even as he fell back on the bed.
I adjusted, placing both hands on his stomach as I braced myself and took the belt from him. I jerked my chin toward the headboard. “Hands there, big guy.”
His cock eagerly twitched inside me. “Yes ma’am.”
“Don’t call me that.”
His brow arched as I took one wrist and secured the belt around it before grabbing the other. “What do you want me to call you?”
My cheeks heated. “I think Peach is growin’ on me.
” He hummed as his tongue lapped at my nipple while I finished securing both hands.
Using the rest of the belt, I weeded the leather in and out of the wooden slats of the headboard.
“Hold this,” I ordered, putting the remainder in his palm. “Don’t let it go unless I say so.”
He cocked a grin. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I leaned back, forcing his cock deep inside me, sending my eyes straight to the back of my head.
I listened to my body more than my mind, reacting to Grant’s groans and whimpers as I slowly swayed my hips.
All of him felt so good, but more than that, it felt…
right. Just like kissin’ him had been. Not one part of me questioned what I was doin’ to him, or if he enjoyed it as much as me as I rocked back and forth, digging my nails into the muscles of his stomach.
I kept my eyes on his as I moved up my body, spreading my fingers over my waist and up to my ribs.
He jerked in his restraints as I palmed my breasts, but he didn’t let go of the belt.
“You like watchin’ me touch myself, Grant?”
His voice came out labored. “Yes, Peach.”
“You’re being real good for me, you know.” I pinched my nipples, turning the hardened buds red. His eyes glued to the spot as he muttered a curse. “And that means you’ll keep bein’ good, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because next, I want to hear you beg.”
He growled low. “Please.”
I laughed, grinding my pussy down in a way that made his piercing rub my clit just right, making my breath catch. “You don’t know what you’re begging me for.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Please, Peach.” His heavy eyes roamed my body. “You’re so goddamn incredible.”
“I want you…” I pushed myself up and slid back down slowly, loving how I could feel each inch going deeper. “To not come.”
Grant looked like I’d slapped him. “What?”
I smiled sweetly back at him. “Don’t come until I give you permission to come.”
“I—” I repeated the move that seemed to really drive him crazy, breaking his train of thought with a string of expletives I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard before. They probably weren’t even words. “I look at you and get fucking hard. You had me coming in my pants. How the—godfuckin’holy.”
“You’ll do it because you want to please me. Don’t you, Grant?”
“More than fuckin’ anything.” His cock jumped inside me as I slowed, and I’ll admit, it was hard not to undo his belt right then and there. But Just Sophia had other things in mind. Things normal Sophia would have never considered doin’ or sayin’.
I hid my smile by biting down on my lip. “That’s what I thought.”