Chapter 43
Gracie Mae
“You’re nervous,” Oak says to me, his voice a soft caress to my ears as he comes up behind me. He places his hands on my hips, pulling me flush against his front.
I stare at the reflection of us in the mirror with awe and pure carnal satisfaction.
I see how his hands swallow my hips with a possessive yet tender hold. How despite our massive height difference it’s as if I fit him perfectly.
I place my hands over his, leaning my head back against the base of his broad chest. It’s moments like these I love the most, him just holding me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
My eyes keep contact with his from the mirror. There’s something intimate about it and erotic. “I can’t help it,” I tell him.
He hums thoughtfully. The deep vibration of it causing every cell in my body to go chaotic. “What’s there to be nervous about?” His hand moves from my hip and travels to my stomach. Butterflies immediately swarm.
I swallow thickly. “It could not go my way.”
His hand rises and I watch with anticipation where it’ll go next. My breath hitches as his fingers brush against the underside of my breasts. “It’s a done deal, baby.”
I bite down on my lower lip as heat begins to pool in my lower stomach. “Doesn’t mean I still can’t be nervous.” My voice sounds huskier, needier.
I swallow back a moan as his thumb brushes over my hardened nipple. The fabric of the towel wrapped under my arms is thin and leaves little to the imagination.
He raises a brow, continuing his slow strokes against my nipple. “Would you like me to ease you of your nerves, Grace?” God, there’s something about the way he says my name that makes me all hot. My pussy clenches and I already feel the slickness of my arousal between my thighs.
I nod my head. His eyes sharpen. Then, he pinches my nipple through the fabric and the jolt of pain causes me to cry out. “Deny me your voice again and I’ll make that ass of yours so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Hot fucking damn.
“What if that’s exactly what I want?” I purr and he pushes his hard cock into my backside.
“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re going to kill me.” His hand moves again, this time his fingers are at the knot holding my towel in place. With eyes eyes hot on mine in the mirror he undoes the towel, letting it fall to my feet with a quiet thud.
His thumb brushes over my harden nipple again before his hand travels south. My eyes follow his hand hungrily, my body feeling as strung as a tightrope. I lick the bottom of my lip as his fingers graze against my mound.
He’s taking his time. Teasing me in a way that’ll only make my mind go mad and my body turn sexually frustrated.
I’m all but his willing prey and the predator in him wants to play.
Pleadings are about to pour from my lips until he finally lowers his fingers. His middle finger dips between my wet slit. Then, without warning, he plunges his finger inside me, curling it to hit that special spot.
When he removes his finger I whimper in protest, which only makes him chuckle darkly. With that very same finger he collects my arousal and begins to lazily circle my clit.
“Oak.” His name is a delirious plea from my lips.
He continues his assault, applying enough pressure to keep me stimulated but not enough to give me what I want.
His other hand comes up to palm my breast. In a seductive voice he orders, “Look at us in the mirror, Grace. Do you see it?”
“See what?” I breathe.
He pinches my clit and my eyes fly open.
His eyes pierce mine in the mirror. “That this pussy is mine.” He then sinks his finger back in me followed by another.
I choke out a strangled cry and he smiles pleased.
“That I own every part of you,” he tells me in a voice that oozes sex.
While he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, making me feel every inch of them, his thumb applies pressure to my clit.
“That you’re mine.” He scissors his fingers, making my knees quiver.
Holy fuck.
I’m so close that I can taste it.
Before I can reach that blissful feeling he leaves me feeling bereft has he removes himself from me. I almost fall forward from the loss of touch.
Feeling sexually frustrated I’m about to cry out at him.
But then he moves in front of me.
And then he kneels in front of me.
My heart goes crazy as my breaths quicken.
With his hands on my hips he leans in. The tip of his nose brushes against my clit as he inhales deeply.
I can feel my skin redden as more arousal drips out of me.
He peers up at me through his lashes with blatant lust. “You always smell so sweet, baby. Drives me fucking insane.” My heart soars from his praises.
Moving his hand to my right outer thigh he grasps it and hooks my leg over his shoulder. I’m wide open for him and he can see just how much I want him.
He places a kiss on my inner thigh. I fucking shiver. He keeps placing soft kisses on my inner thigh until his lips hover my pussy.
To keep myself stead I place my hands on his broad shoulders.
“I want you to watch, Grace,” he murmurs against my mound.
My eyes haven’t left his but then he’s tipping my chin up, directing me to look at us in the mirror.
Holy fuck. The sight of him kneeling before me with his head between my legs turns me on like never before.
To keep me in place his hands take hold of my ass.
“I want you to watch as I worship this sweet cunt that’s mine. ”
And then his tongue licks the entirety of me. All the way from my ass to my clit. A whole body tremor wracks through me. Pulling me closer by my ass he plunges his tongue inside me.
And he then does what he said he would do.
He fucking worships me.
He eats me like a man who is starved. Fucking me with his tongue and licking up all of my arousal. My legs start to shake as my stomach begins to build with the burning tension.
I don’t deny him of my voice once. And every time I let out a breathy moan or gasp he’s going at me harder.
He switches his fingers with his tongue and I watch him in the mirror as he starts relentlessly tonguing my clit.
I keep my eyes on the mirror, on him feasting me, even when they threaten to roll to the back of my head because of the overwhelming pleasure.
And then it happens.
My orgasm hits me like a fucking tsunami. Drowning me in blissful pleasure. And while I’m falling further and further in pleasure I feel his finger sink inside where no man has ever gone before.
As he continues to swallow down my orgasm, licking every last drop, his finger slowly pumps in and out of my ass. And there’s something so taboo about it, something so foreign yet right that I feel myself enjoying it.
And as if one orgasm wasn’t enough he wrings another one out of me, all the while his finger keeps slowly fucking my ass.
Finally I emerge from the pleasure. My body completely lax and feeling like goo. He presses one last kiss to my pussy and as his eyes meet mine he licks his lips.
Pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh he eases his finger out of me and I achingly feel it’s absence. He removes my leg gently from his shoulder. Just before I fall to the ground he scoops me up in his strong arms.
Settling down on the edge of the bed he keeps me cradled against him. And I feel too depleted of energy to even think about moving.
Tipping my head back he sweeps away the strands of hair stuck to my face. “Nervous now?”
I smile lazily at him. “No.”
He returns my smile. “Good.” A kiss is then pressed to my forehead. His forehead kisses make my heart melt each and every time.
“You know,” I raise my brow and he listens, “there’s no way you’re going to fit your monster cock inside my ass. You’re lucky that you haven’t tore my vagina in half yet.”
His eyes twinkle with amusement and then he throws his head back and laughs.
My God, hearing him laugh so carefree has every one of my cells lighting up.
“Monster cock?” He laughs. While I try to be serious with him his laughter is just too damn infectious.
My lips twitch. “You know you’re fucking huge.”
“And you take my cock so fucking good, baby. Your ass will, too.”
I snort, rolling my eyes at him. “I don’t think you understand how massive your cock is.”
His eyes are still lit with amusement. And I’ll do anything to keep them that way. He raises a teasing brow at me. “Would you prefer I had a smaller cock, baby?”
“No, I happen to love your cock.” Oh my god, I can’t believe this is a real conversation we are having. “But-”
“Yes, baby, it’s going to fit inside your ass.”
I playfully hit his shoulder and he laughs harder. “Your cock is going to break me.”
His hand massages my ass as he opposite arm holds me. “You honestly think I’m going to take your ass without preparing you?”
“Well, you are possessive,” I point out.
“I am and I have no apologies about it but I’m also not a bastard. We enjoy pain and pleasure mixed together, Grace. But even I know that would be more painful than pleasurable. As you so put it I have a monster cock.”
“You do.”
He chuckles again. I fall deeper in love with him. “Gracie Mae Vale,” he says my name and my heart sings, “what am I going to do with you?”
“Keep me. Fuck me. Love me. Just to name a few,” I suggest with a cheeky grin.
His hold becomes tighter, his face tender. “I’ll do all of those things and more, Grace, but loving you. . .loving you is what I’ll never stop doing.”
“Ms. Vale,” the judge addresses me in a dry tone. I smile up at him with the confidence of a billionaire. He continues just as dryly, “Full custody of Connor Vale, your younger brother is what you seek.”
I nod my head. “Yes, your Honor.”
“And with the social worker, Steven, who was assigned Connor’s case has been fired due to the charges you have pressed against him, he is unable to testify against you in this matter,” he states needing no further comment.
We all wait patiently. Connor’s hand on mine tightens and I smile down at him. He smiles right back at me and I feel some of the nerves ebbing away.