Chapter 33 Gracie Mae
Gracie Mae
“You’re staring,” he says to me with a small amused smile on his face.
“Yeah I am,” I agree, not embarrassed at being caught. Oak’s beauty is something to be admired. But it’s his tenacious heart that I find the most captivating.
He glances at me before giving the back of my hand a tender kiss. My heart swells in my chest. The flutters returning in my stomach.
“No one looks at me like you do.” His voice is soft, thoughtful.
“And how do I look at you?”
He swallows. When his eyes catch mine again I see the vulnerability in them.
“You see me, Grace. The real me. The man with flaws and scars,” he swallows roughly, his fingers tightening in my hand, “You see the man I had given up hope on so long ago. You always saw me, Grace, from the moment you met me. And I was so fucking scared, terrified to be seen that clearly when I’ve been fighting myself all these years.
And I’m sorry that it took me this long to see the man I’ve always been meant to be. ”
“And what man is that?”
“Yours, Grace. I’ve always been meant to be yours.”
Taking his hand I bring it to my lips and press the most tender kiss. I let my lips linger, not wanting to part and all the while needing to be closer.
And if it wasn’t for us driving down the highway I would be stripping him out of his clothes with a maddening urgency, to feel his skin against mine, and for him to be inside of me.
Just the thought has me clenching my thighs together and biting down on my lower lip to stop the demand wanting to break free.
“Don’t look at me like that, Grace,” he warns me, his voice low and husky. “I’m about five seconds shy from pulling us off the road and fucking you until your cunt is weeping and your throat is raw from screaming my name.”
My mouth gapes open as wetness pools between my thighs. Desire blazes through my veins like molten lava. Lust makes the air heady between us.
I’m suddenly ravenous and the only thing that can satiate my hunger is to have Oak’s cock seated inside me to the hilt.
“Oak.” His names is a whimpered plea of need on my lips.
And that’s all it takes for him to switch across the lanes of the highway until we’re taking the nearest exit and him pulling off onto the side of the road.
He parks the truck and before I can even ask him what he’s doing he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and opening his door.
With purposeful strides he’s outside the passenger door in a blink of an eye. Opening the door with lust controlling all his senses he unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me out of the truck as if I weigh nothing.
Instinctively I wrap myself around him.
His head dips down and his mouth takes mine in a searing mind-bending kiss.
His tongue expertly tangles against my own, always being the lead in our erotic dance.
My back gets slammed against the door to the backseat and the delicious bite of pain shoots straight down to my pussy making me wetter.
I grind against him, feeling his massive cock through the fabrics of our clothing.
He groans, the sound coming from the base of his throat and it spurs me on.
Tearing his lips away from mine he looks down at me with lust blown eyes. “You trust me?”
My heart races from the anticipation. “You know I do.”
His lips pull up to a smug smirk and god does it look fucking hot on him. “That’s because you’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod my head, my voice failing me.
Ice blue eyes narrow down at me before he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls. The bite of pain is wondrous and the flat of his tongue that soothes the ache is even more so.
With his lips against my own he demands, “I told you to never be silent with me, Grace. You’ll use that fucking voice of yours when I’m balls deep inside you or if you’re choking on my cock. You understand?”
Being a glutton for punishment I only nod my head in response. There’s a part of me, a great part, that wants to receive his special kind of punishment. The thought of his palm striking my ass cheek or my hands bound by rope has me grinding against him restlessly.
Oak slides his hand down my body, creating electrical shocks as he does until his hand grasps my waist and halts my movement. “You’re greedy, aren’t you?” His voice is pure sex and all I want is to drown in it.
With a voice that’s husky myself I answer, “Only for you. Only ever for you.”
His nostrils flare as his eyes go wild. “That’s fucking right,” he says to me as he moves his hand to unbutton my jeans. Next, he’s pulling down the zipper. “You’re mine, Grace. This greedy fucking pussy is mine.” His fingers dive inside my thong and he wastes no time inserting his finger.
By how wet I am for him when he inserts a second finger in it goes in easily.
I let out a moan and his smirk widens to a full blown satisfied smile.
“Your lips are mine.” He kisses me, biting down on my lip before giving me a hot kiss. “This body is mine.” On instinct I press closer, needing him with my next breath. “Your fucking heart and soul is mine, Grace. Tell me you’re mine.”
He curls his finger inside me and I swear it has me seeing stars. Every time with Oak there is this mind blowing pleasure that somehow gets better and better. “I’m yours.”
I feel his smile against my lips. “That’s right, baby, and you always will be.
” As he finger fucks me with a frenzy he then begins to circle my clit with his thumb.
And the attention to the engorged little nub has me coming before the build can consume me.
It’s a crash of pleasure and ecstasy that leaves my body trembling from how powerful it is.
As I come to from the overwhelming sensations I notice Oak’s jeans are undone and his fully erect cock is out. There’s pre-cum glistening at the tip and I’m salivating at the mouth to take a taste.
I know most women don’t find cocks beautiful but they have never seen Oak’s.
And they never fucking will.
Dickmatized I reach out and wrap my hand around his girth. A hiss lets out between his teeth.
“As much as I love your hands on me,” he begins in a strained voice.
I move my hand up down, squeezing tight just the way he likes.
His eyes roll to the back of his head and euphoria sweeps through him.
His eyes open as I swirl my thumb around the tip.
“And I love your mouth even more, what I love the most is being inside your tight wet cunt.”
“Please.” I find myself begging for him.
“And don’t I love how you fucking beg. Those pouty lips were meant to be begging for my cock.”
Holy mother-fucking of fuck.
“You still trust me?”
Heart racing, pussy dripping wet, and my body begging for more I moan, “Yes.”
Surprisingly he unhooks my ankles from his back and sets me down on my feet.
I whimper in protest and he responds with narrow eyes.
Moving me aside slightly he opens the back door to the truck and spins me around by my hips.
Then with the flat of his hand against my lower back he presses down until my front is flush against the backseat.
Without any warning or even a word he pulls my jeans and thong down in one go. I feel the cool air hit my ass and I’m suddenly hyper aware that we are indeed about to have sex out in the open and can be caught.
And why in the hell does that turn me on more?
“Up on the tips of your toes, Grace, and I want your hands behind your back,” he commands lowly and I without hesitation oblige.
I feel him press against me then, his erection hot and heavy against my ass.
And there’s a forbidden thought that fleets my mind.
What if he took me there?
His hand firmly grasps my hip while his other guides his erection between the cheeks of my ass.
I’m well aware I’m a panting flustered mess. But having him tease me by rubbing his cock along the seam of my ass all the way to my pussy lips has me breathless.
I try to push my hips back. I try to create more friction. I try to guide him inside but he stops me each time.
“You’re teasing me.” My voice sounds much whinier than I would like.
“It’s only fair, don’t you think?” he says while lubricating his cock with my arousal. Leaning down I feel his chest against my back and his breath by my ear. “You tease me all the fucking time, Grace.”
“And how do I do that?”
He chuckles darkly, the sound liquifying my inside to mush.
“You flaunt this ass of yours at me every chance you get.” Taking me by a delighted surprise he leans back and slaps my ass.
It leaves behind a nice sting and I know his handprint must be there.
He palms the reddened skin, then, before slipping his finger through my slit and circling my clit.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I choke out his name. “Oak.”
“But it’s more than just your ass that teases me, Grace. It’s everything about you. It’s a miracle I’m able to keep my hands to myself.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He laughs, the sound rich and full. “Neither do I but someone has to have self control.”
“Lose it,” I find myself saying.
“Lose it,” he repeats.
I turn my head to the side and instead of saying it, I demand it, “Lose control with me, Oak. Lose yourself in me.”
“Grace,” he says my name and it sounds like both a damnation and a prayer, “I’ve done lost myself in you. And I don’t ever want to find my way out.”
I open my mouth to respond something just as sweetly and profoundly back but what ends up coming out is a high pitched moan as he thrusts himself inside me, filling me to the hilt.
I feel the girth of him stretching me in this exquisitely painful and pleasurable way as the length of him hits my cervix.
He’s bottomed out inside me and I’m still trying to think of ways to be closer.
“God,” he groans, “your cunt was made for taking my cock.”
He doesn’t move, not even an inch. It’s as if he’s memorizing this moment. Memorizing the feel of me and how it affects the both of us. And as much as I love the sentiment I desperately need him to move.
“Fuck me, Oak.”
“You demanding me, baby?”
I swallow. “Yes.”