Chapter 9 - Greyson #2
This is too easy. How is it possible that no one has truly ever achieved this with her?
Were they really all that self-centered and didn’t care enough to pleasure her?
Or is it something I did? Is she maybe comfortable enough with me to let herself go freely, while something held her back with the others?
No, you’re getting ahead of yourself, Ford. It’s not important why she’s close right now when she swears she’s never had a man make her come before. All that matters is getting the job done. That’s all this is about. Focus on your task.
My dick has turned to stone, painfully pressing against the zipper of my jeans. That’ll serve me right for going commando. Precum leaks from the tip as it throbs with every sound she exudes, begging for attention. Soon, mighty Ford. Soon.
I place an arm over her lower abdomen, forcing her to stay still, then bring my free hand up, palm facing to the sky, and push my middle finger deep inside her pussy. She groans at the intrusion, pupils blown wide.
I circle her clit with my lips and suck hard as I curve my finger, pumping back and forth, pressing against that explosive button no one has yet to find. She cries out as her walls tighten around my finger. That tight little pussy clenches repeatedly while she grinds against my face.
Gushes of liquid pool in the center of my palm, trickling down my arm as I continue to finger fuck her into oblivion. Her eyes roll back as she moans and whimpers.
When she finally comes down from her intense high, legs dropping back to the island’s surface as I finish licking her clean, I gently pull my finger free from her throbbing cunt and stand straight between her still parted legs.
Grabbing onto the panties lodged in her mouth, I pull them out, wiping my wet hand on them and tossing them to the side. She pants deeply as she rises from her elbows to her hands, her eyes flicking to my lips that glisten with her arousal.
“You made me come,” she whispers in disbelief. “You made me squirt. That’s never happened before, not even on my own.”
I smirk in response. Like I said, it was relatively easy. How all those other dudes she’s been with over the years never managed to do it is mind-blowing to me.
She licks her lips, then looks into my eyes as she says it again. “You made me come.” And then she jumps me. Arms coming around my neck while she sits up, lips crashing against mine, devouring my mouth. Tasting herself. Our tongues twirl around one another, battling for dominance.
I lift her off the counter by the hips and set her down on the floor. Breaking our contact, I spin her around and push her front into the island, pressing my body to hers as I grind my dick against her ass.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Bunny. You good with that?” I murmur into her ear.
“Oh God! Yes! Please, yes!” she moans breathlessly, almost sounding frantic and desperate. I guess when you’ve never had a man do that to you before and finally fall on one, you are a bit desperate to experience it to the fullest.
She gathers her dress hastily, bringing it up to her waist as I unbutton my pants, pulling down the zipper and letting my erection spring free from its cage. I don’t bother pulling down my pants or getting her naked. The need to be inside her is too strong to wait any longer.
“Condom,” she rushes out. Shit, I almost forgot.
“Right, yeah.” I reach into my back pocket and retrieve my wallet, flipping it open and searching the pockets until I find what I’m looking for. I throw my wallet to the side, rip open the foil, then roll the condom down my shaft.
I pass my fingers through her folds, making sure she’s still wet for me. Of course she is. My Bunny's horny for another orgasm. Grabbing the base of my cock, I line myself up to her entrance and slam my way in.
Her hand comes to her mouth as she screams. I’m not monstrously huge like some of the other guys on the team, but I’m still well-endowed. Thick head, slightly longer than average, and wider than most. So I know her scream isn’t necessarily from pain but more from shock.
I grab onto her hips, pulling out to the head and plow back in, drilling her tight cunt without giving her time to adjust. I haven’t had sex in over six weeks. There’s no way I can hold back and take my time.
“Fuck, Bunny. You feel so good.” Her palms are now flat on the island’s surface with her head thrown back. Red locks cascade down to her waist while she takes my vicious brutality. “Does Bunny like having my cock deep in her tight pussy?”
“Yes. I love it. Fuck, Greyson. I love it,” she pants, slapping the marble with her hand.
It doesn’t take long for her walls to squeeze around me as she trembles in my hold.
“Oh God, Greyson! I’m gonna come again!” See?
Easy. But also, thank God! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on, but there’s no way I’m coming before her.
I’m a man after all, not a boy, like I’ve been trying to prove to her.
I fist her hair and pull hard, bringing her back to my chest. “That’s right. Come all over my cock, Bunny. Show me how good you can milk me.”
I snake my other hand to her front and fiddle with her swollen clit as I thrust violently into her. The sound of slapping skin, along with our grunts and moans, echoes through the kitchen.
She clenches hard and screams my name as her body begins to convulse against me.
I quickly let go of her hair and slap my hand over her open mouth as she cries into my palm.
My balls draw up tight, and I erupt, spilling into the condom.
Burying my face into her hair, I roar my release, becoming slightly dizzy as my knees buckle from the force of my orgasm.
I remove my hand from between her legs rapidly and take hold of the counter’s edge for support.
Holy shit! I’ve never come so hard in my life.
That’s what happens when you go so long without.
Peeling my hand from her mouth, Bunny drops down to the counter, putting her cheek against the cold marble as she gasps for air with her eyes closed.
Panting, I look over her shoulder at the baby monitor on the other side of the counter, watching to see if we may have woken up little Gracie.
But she remains sound asleep, cuddled up with her blanket and favorite stuffed animal that sits in the corner of her crib.
A pink pig with a golden crown Emma bought for her.
Emma whimpers as I grab the base of the condom and pull out, slipping it off and tying a knot at the end.
I walk over to the garbage and throw it out, then stuff my semi-erected cock back into my pants, closing them up.
I go around the island to the sink to wash my hands quickly and wet a cloth for Bunny.
Coming back to stand behind her exhausted body, I clean her up, gently passing over her battered, swollen flesh. I bring her dress back into its proper place and pull her up against my chest.
Her head leans into my neck while she sighs, a content smile playing on her lips. She still doesn’t open her eyes, simply trusting me with her weak body. I shift her sideways and bend slightly to grab behind her knees, taking her into my arms as she cradles against my chest.
In the short time it takes me to make it up the steps, her body has grown heavy in my arms. The rhythm of her heart rate slows to a dull beat as she purrs quietly, her face relaxed and serene.
Sleep, beautiful Bunny.
With one hand, I turn the knob to her door and slowly push it open, walking us over to the side of her bed. I lay her down and gently pull the comforter out from beneath her, placing it above her sleeping form.
I take a moment to look around the room and take in all the changes she’s made. With the blinds closed and the only light filtering in coming from the hallway, it’s not easy to see everything properly, but I spot the 3D flowers on the walls that she had said she’d put up.
There are at least ten different yellow throw pillows lined up against the headboard.
The corner of the room now holds a huge beanbag chair, and a little cast aluminum table that should be out in the garden stands beside it with a book resting above.
She also added a white makeup vanity right beside the door that leads to the attached bathroom.
In the other corner is a tall antique-looking mirror, and when I look down to where my bare feet dig into a soft yellow shaggy rug, a smile forms on my lips. She really made this room her home.
She’s comfortable here.
I lower my frame, brushing strands away from her face to place a tender kiss on her forehead, then head back out and down to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
A moment later, as I lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling, I’m hit with a million questions. What the hell happens now? Was this just a once-over, or will this keep happening? Is it just sex or… more?
I never thought I’d have sex with Emma; I never thought we were compatible. But the more time I spend with her, the more I realize how much we were wrong about each other. The more I like who she is as a person and am happy with the friendship we’ve developed.
I just hope tonight didn’t fuck everything up.