Chapter 33 Gracie Mae #2
He squeezes me wrists that are bound in his hand the same time he squeezes my hip. It’s a small gesture to remind me of who is really in control here.
“Say the word that I love hearing come from your lips and I will.”
“Please,” I say, knowing that’s what he wants to hear.
“Good girl,” he praises me. “Now tell me the three words that have just become my favorite.”
Three profound consuming words that I’ll never utter to another man. “I love you.”
He leans over me then, his chest pressed against my back and I can feel his breath at the shell of my ear.
Gently, so gently and tenderly he presses a kiss to my ear lobe before pressing another to the back of my neck. “I love you, Grace. I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you.”
And then he starts fucking me in the way that I have always craved. Hard, dirty and rough.
He keeps one hand grasped on my hip as he pounds into me with deep and hard thrusts. The sounds we are making would make even a salacious person blush.
Just when I think it can’t get any better he fists my hair and pulls on it. The bite of pain that stings my scalp is welcome. And so is his bruising grip on my hip.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I say breathlessly.
I can feel another orgasm building, this one more intense than the last.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby. Perfect.”
His words cause my body to flush as a warm smile adorns my face. Not only does Oak have the dirtiest mouth, but he also says the sweetest things. Both sides of him I love. I will never be able to get enough of.
“I’m almost there.”
He pulls on my hair harder and I hiss from the sting.
I swear on everything that is holy I will be walking bow legged for the next week.
His lips press against my neck as he orders in a breathy voice, “You won’t come unless I say. You understand?”
He hits me in my g-spot again. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I bite my lower lip between my teeth and manage a nod.
The bite of his palm striking against my ass cheek has my eyes popping wide open. I release my lip with a gasp followed by a pleasurable moan when his finger applies pressure to my clit.
“I said,” he pauses to circle my clit before stopping completely, leaving me bereft and whining, “do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand. Now, please let me come,” I beg of him.
“You think you’ve been a good girl?”
I nod my head. “Yes, I have.”
He begins to circle my clit again and I thank all the gods that there is. I don’t even realize I’ve said it out loud until I hear a dark laugh come from Oak followed by him saying, “No gods to thank, baby. Just me. I’m your fucking god.”
My pussy clenches around his cock. “Oak, please,” I mewl.
“Say I’m your god.” Thrust.
“You’re my god.”
“Say you’re mine.” Thrust.
“You’re mine.”
“Say I’m yours.” Thrust.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel the pleasure about to explode and shatter me. “I’m yours.”
His finger circles my clit faster and I’m at the cusp. I’m right there. “Say you love me.”
I do more than say it, I shout it. “I love you!”
“Such a good girl,” he praises me. “Come now, Grace. Squeeze my cock and fucking drench me.”
Then it happens, the earth shattering, toe curling, mind numbing orgasm that breaks all of my senses and shatters me completely.
Oak continues to ride my orgasm out, fucking me harder into the back seat of the truck. If I had thought he was rough with me before it’s nothing compared to now.
He’s fucking me without abandon, his lust the one thing driving him. And it’s so fucking hot that it has me coming again.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m coming again. I never even thought that was possible.
“Oak!” I cry out his name.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he chants until he finally comes. I feel the hot spurt of his semen flooding my battered walls. Spent, he allows his body to lay down on mine. With just enough pressure to allow me to feel the weight of him but not enough for him to crush me.
Panting, I try to catch my breath. Reaching with my hand I find his and squeeze with what little energy I have left.
“Is it always going to be like this?” I ask him dazed.
“Like what?” He presses an opened mouth kiss to the back of my neck.
“So good that words can’t even explain it.”
Another kiss, this time to my swollen lips. “I think with you it can only get better.”
My heart melts.
“I really do love you, Oak.”
“I know you do.” He brushes the sweat strands of hair away from my face. His eyes gaze down at me with such love and affection. It’s impossible to look away.
I offer my lips to him then, a sweet kiss with a hint of tongue that leaves me feeling all warm and gooey inside.
Slowly he eases out of me and I wince at the loss. I’m going to be so fucking sore but it’s so fucking worth it.
His come leaks from my pussy. “I’ve never thought I was this much of a possessive man, but seeing my come running down your thighs is the hottest and most right thing I have ever seen.”
And even after what we had just done my cheeks burn crimson.
Leaning down he presses a kiss to my ass cheeks before pulling up my thong and jeans for me. Turning me around by the hip he lays a soft kiss to my forehead as he zippers up my jeans.
I raise a brow at him. “You are aware your come is still dripping out of me?”
He smirks, eyes flashing with sex, sin and possessiveness. God, now I understand what the all the fuss about alpha men are about.
“Oh, I’m aware.” He buttons me up and squeezes my hips. “And Grace?” I look up at him expectantly. His ice blue eyes are soft, the then caress of his hand on my face is gentle. Vulnerability, it’s enough to even make a man like Oak seem penetrable. “I really do love you, too.”
Following his gesture I caress his face. His eyes close as a contented sigh slips pass his lips. He then leans into my touch.
Turning his head he kisses the inside of my hand and I swear it’s as if he’s kissing my heart.
“You know, you’re the only thing in my life I don’t feel guilty for.”
And now my heart lurches to my throat. The mist of tears creating pools at the brim of my eyes.
He swallows thickly. His own eyes beginning to gather moisture.
He takes my face in both of his hands and rest his forehead down on mine.
“I don’t believe in much; I never really did.
And after what happened overseas I gave up on believing at all.
But now. . .now I’m starting to see things differently, Grace. ”
“How are you seeing things?” I whisper.
“I don’t believe that I survived because I was meant to and they weren’t. I refuse to believe that. But I do believe that I survived because I was meant to be on this path. And that path led me to you.”
“Oak,” I choke his name as tears fall down my cheeks.
“And I can’t feel guilty for that, Grace. I can’t feel guilty for finding you. I can’t feel guilty for having you in my life. And I will certainly not feel guilty for loving you.”
And I won’t feel guilty either.
I won’t feel guilty for how one of the worst days of my life also became one of my best.