67. Grant #2
I thrust my hips, watching the head of my cock push past her pussy lips. She takes me easily, her own hips swaying back to meet me as I get an inch deeper.
The feel of her with nothing between us is pure ecstasy. My vision blurs, and my hold on her falters when she rolls her hips. I hold on tight with both hands, driving inside her until I’m buried all the way to the hilt. I stay there, unmoving while Amelia moans in protest.
“Okay?” I slur.
“No. I need you to move. You feel—I can feel everything. You feel even bigger tonight and I—” She grips the sheets, twisting the silk in her fingers and letting out a groan when I pull all the way out of her except for the tip of my cock. “I’m overwhelmed. It’s too good. Too much. Please. Just—”
I slam back into her, enough force to make her keel over. I loop an arm around her middle to stop her from falling, anchoring myself to her when I bend and fold my body over hers. I bite her shoulder, my teeth sinking into her skin as I drive into her again and again.
The bed shakes. The headboard slams into the wall, shaking the pictures hanging above the nightstands. I grunt when Amelia puts her hand between her legs, her hand brushing my balls as she does.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “Do that again, baby. Please.”
Her laugh is sweet and strangled when she does it a second time, her fingers slick from her arousal as they cup my balls in a delicate grasp.
“Like that?” she ask, breathless.
“Fucking perfect.”
I’m being so rough with her, but she doesn’t complain.
Each rock forward is harder than the last. I’m sweating from the exertion and so is she.
I could finish right this second and be happy, but I want to see her when I come.
I want to watch her when I fill her up, so I pull out of her.
I give her ass another smack and slide my hand low on her stomach.
“Get on your back,” I say in her ear, and Amelia scrambles to flip over.
When she does, she stares up at me with rosy cheeks and marks all over her body.
“Jesus Christ. I wish I could take a picture of you like this.” I pinch both of her nipples, twisting them between my fingers.
“Put your arms above your head. Hold the headboard, and don’t let go. ”
She listens, and I swear I fall a little more in love with her when she grins at me. I lift her leg and she loops it around my side. I push back inside her, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. It’s just as good in this position—better, maybe—and I can’t fuck her with a condom ever again.
“Fast,” she breathes out. Her nails dig into the headboard, the heel of her palm slipping down the wood from her sweaty hands. “As fast as you can go.”
I melt into her. I’m deeper than I was before, and I watch her expressions as I pound into her. Her lips part, her eyes flutter closed. She moves with me, writhing on the sheets and lifting her ass off the bed with each thrust.
Resting a hand on her cheek, I stroke over her jaw before dropping to her neck. I wrap my fingers around her throat, and her eyes fly open. My gaze locks on hers, my eyebrow lifting in question.
Amelia answers with a nod, the silent acceptance enough to make my hips buck with sharp movements. I gasp and grit my teeth, the first wave of pleasure rolling into me. She arches her back, both legs around my waist and locking me in place.
“Fill me up,” she whispers, and I whimper. “I want your cum, Grant.”
I squeeze her throat tighter, the last bit of my consciousness ebbing to oblivion.
I jerk forward, my release spilling inside her and taking my motor skills with it.
In the last functioning sliver of my brain, I know I need to get her off too, so I drop one palm to the mattress to keep myself from collapsing on her.
I lick my fingers and move my other hand, touching Amelia’s clit with disjointed strokes I hope aren’t too far off.
She answers with a cry, her own hands slipping down the headboard. Her mouth twists into the makings of a smile, the look blooming to a full grin when her orgasm hits her. I work her through it with wet fingers and as much murmured praise as I can muster.
When she finishes, she lets out a final groan that nearly pierces me. I pull out of her and make a similar noise, my chest heaving with exertion as I try to stay upright.
“That was…” Lia lowers her arms and wraps them around herself. She giggles, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m a changed woman.”
“I’m talking to you from beyond the grave, baby. I’m done.” I look down, and I swear I almost fall apart all over again. “Fucking hell.”
“What?”
“You. There’s…” I swipe my thumb through some of the cum that’s leaking out of her pussy. “We shouldn’t waste any of it, should we?” I work my thumb inside her, pushing the cum back in. “Now you’re cleaned up.”
“Grant.” Amelia twists on the mattress, panting my name. “That was so hot.”
“Disrespectful enough for you?” I ask, pulling out my thumb and sprawling next to her on the bed.
“And then some. Christ. I need to repent for my sins.”
“If by repent you mean do again, then yeah. We need to do a lot of repenting.” I touch her chin, and she turns her head to look at me. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. It was perfect. You’re perfect,” she says.
She smiles again in that pretty and soft way I love.
She moves to me and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close.
I kiss the top of her head, and she runs her fingers up and down my thigh.
After sitting there for a few minutes, I carry her to the bathroom where we stand in the shower together.
I kiss her under the water, and I know she’s not just the prize. She’s the goddamn jackpot.