29. Grace
29
GRACE
I wake up slowly, warm and relaxed. Ford is curled into my back, spooning me. He has an arm around my waist, my ass is pressed against his groin, and I can feel the hardness of his cock pushing against my ass cheek. My body feels warm all over and I know I’m turned on. My nipples are hard, pressing against the silk material of my gown. Ford’s beard is tickling my neck, but his hot breath is feeding the fire that I feel burning inside of me.
I whimper when I feel his hand go to my hip. Holding me in place as he rubs against me. It feels so good. It’s then that I realize there’s nothing between me and his cock. I feel his shaft, hot and rigid and yet somehow soft at the same time. He’s rubbing it against my bare cheek, and there’s a trail of sticky wetness left on my skin. I take a minute to focus and realize that my gown is still on, but it’s pulled up, exposing my ass. I go stiff with shock, however, when I realize my panties are gone.
“Ford,” I whisper, my voice shaky and even I can tell it is full of desire.
“I’m here, baby,” he purrs, nibbling on the back of my neck.
“Where are my panties?” I ask, biting down on my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.
“I cut them off of you,” he purrs.
“Why did you do that?”
“Because my cock was lonely. I’ve been lying here for an hour while you’ve been rubbing your ass against my aching cock. It took all I had not to slide inside of you, Grace. I want you so much my balls are aching.”
“Oh, God.”
“You owe me for torturing me, baby. I need you to wrap that hand of yours around my cock and make me come.”
I slowly turn so that I’m facing him. My heart is pounding away, and the beat seems to center between my legs because my clit is throbbing. I look at Ford and he moves to his back. He’s completely naked and I take a minute to drink him in. His body is a work of art, covered in ink, golden and tanned skin, as if kissed by the gods. My gaze drops down to take in his massive cock. He’s long and wide. I’m not good at measuring, but it’s definitely intimidating. The dark ruddy hue is beautiful. I can feel myself getting wetter than I already was at the thought of taking him inside me. Large veins are evident along the shaft. I lick my tongue, imagining licking and kissing each and every one of them.
I reach my hand out. His girth is such that I can barely wrap my hand around it. I briefly wonder if he will even fit inside me. I’ve only had two lovers. Andrew was good, but his size wasn’t in any way comparable to Ford. Benny was small and wasn’t good, even when he was trying to be. I hold him firmly and stroke slowly, licking my lips. Pre-cum slides over the head as Ford groans.
“God, that feels good, Grace,” he groans.
I shift so that I can drape my body over him. The heat of his body brands my skin. I hold the base of his cock firmly in my grip, tilting my head down to run my tongue against his head. I lick, taking his pre-cum inside and moaning as the taste of him explodes. It’s so good, I try again.
“Mm …”
“Fuck, baby,” he hums.
The need in his voice and the way he’s looking at me fuel my hunger for him. Before I can second guess myself, I slide my mouth down on him. I open wide to accommodate him. It’s almost painful, but the pleasure is more than worth it. I slide my tongue against the underside of his cock, then close my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat while holding him tight at the base sliding my mouth up and down, while watching the pleasure roll over his face, making me feel powerful. It’s so empowering that I go up on my knees to get a better angle. Groaning at the taste of him. His hands slide into my hair as he tries to take control, but I fight him, and he gets the message. The next moment, however, I feel his hand slide between my thighs. “Oh, God,” I cry as his fingers slide against my clit, rubbing it hard.
“You’re fucking soaked, Grace,” he practically snarls. And my legs tremble, because he’s right. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
I drop my mouth back on him, sucking him in deeply and, as if timing his moves with mine, his fingers push inside, fucking me with them in a steady and methodical movement that nearly makes me come instantly. I’m trying to concentrate on what I’m doing, but when he adds another finger and stretches his thumb up to grind on my clit, I lose it. My head goes back, and I cry out his name.
“Ford!”
“That’s it, gorgeous. Come for me. Come all over my hand.” He doesn’t have to tell me again. Almost as if I’m under his complete control, I come hard. I try to jack him with my hand at the same time, but the pleasure is so intense that my movements are erratic at best. He strokes me through my climax, bringing me down slowly, but I still whimper when his fingers completely slip from me. I want more.
“I need you inside me,” I insist through ragged breaths.
In response, he takes his free hand and rips the strap of my gown. The silky fabric gives easily and reveals my breast. My nipple is so hard that I’m amazed it’s not more painful. The fingers that were inside of me just moments before are now sliding against my exposed nipple. He rubs and pinches, while coating it in the evidence of my orgasm.
“Ford,” I whisper, his name coming out as a prayer and, in a way, it is.
He pulls my body up, and I have no choice other than to straddle his body. Once I situate myself, the hand on my hip presses me down and I go, trapping his wet cock against my folds as his shaft separates the lips of my pussy. I slide back and forth carefully, covering him with my cum. It’s so good that my body feels as if it’s on fire—throbbing for more of him.
His mouth engulfs my nipple, making me cry out in response. “You taste so fucking good, Grace. I’ll never get enough of you.” His words are a promise, a growl that makes my whole body vibrate. His fingers wrap painfully tight in my hair as he pulls my head down and takes my lips in a ravenous kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and it feels wicked and just adds to my need for this man.
“Take me inside you, Grace. Ride me. You’re in control of what you want from me this way. I love you. I want you to feel the difference between sex when it’s love and not just sex. What we’ve done together so far is better than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I love you so fucking much, woman. You have no idea. I would walk through fire and burn in hell for you.”
I look into his eyes. It’s all there on his face. There’s so much emotion shining through his eyes, and in his words, that there’s no way I can doubt him. I lift up on my knees while grabbing his cock at the base. As I position him at my entrance, looking down at the man who has become vital to my existence. “I love you, Ford,” I vow, as I slide down on him. At first, I can’t breathe. I feel so full and tight it makes me bite down on my lips to prevent from crying out my pleasure yet again.
His hands come to my hips as I start riding him. We start slow, but it doesn’t take long until I’ve sped up because I’m getting close.
“I love you, Grace. You’re safe, baby. Let yourself go.”
At his urging, I pick up the pace, harder and harder. I lift up and down as my breasts bounce with the force of my downward thrusts. Each time he’s deeply seated inside of me, I grind against him, hitting my clit at just the right spot.
“It feels so good,” I pant.
“God, you’re so fucking magnificent,” Ford praises.
“I’m close. I’m going to come,” I tell him, feeling it build and knowing I’m fast approaching the point of no return.
He pulls me down, growling against my lips. “Come for me.” He takes my mouth in a kiss that is full of hunger and desire. His hand reaches over and pinches my clit and I stretch my body along his, my pussy clamping down on his cock, angling my body with our thrusts, and it’s over. I cry out as he swallows down the sound with our kiss. I come all over his beautiful cock, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I can feel him release a moment later, his cum hot and electric. I pull away to drag air into my lungs, collapsing against him.
“We have to wake up like this every fucking morning, Grace,” he says, his breathing as ragged as mine.
“Mm …” I mumble, as tiny shocks of heat fire through my body. His cock is softer now, but still hard enough that he’s still inside of me. I don’t move. I have no desire to move. Ford’s hand squeezes my ass cheek.
“I’m going to want you again, Gracie,” he tells me, kissing the top of my head.
“Now?” I ask, not quite believing it. I look up at him in shock. There’s no way he could come again so soon. I mean, damn, I can barely feel my toes right now.
“Slide up and turn so you’re on all fours. I want your head down and your ass up in the air.
“Is this where I say yes, sir ?”
I feel his dick jerk inside of me with my words. “Get up and do as I say. I’m going to make you see stars this time, sweetheart.”
My legs are weak, and my arms feel like spaghetti. Still, there’s a promise written in his eyes. It’s a promise I want. It occurs to me I might have tried to fight it, but I belong to this man. I probably have since the day I agreed to go out with him. I lick my lips.
“Yes, sir,” I say again, but this time the words are laced with hunger that is rapidly starting to build inside of me again.
I hiss as he leaves my body. I look down though and sure enough, his cock is still hard, glistening with our combined juices and definitely ready for more. Just the thought of it has my pussy pulsating and needing him. I quickly turn, getting into the position he wants.
“You’re such a good girl. I think I need to give you a really good reward before I fuck you again. Don’t you?”
“Anything you want,” I gasp, as I feel his fingers slide between my legs, teasing the tender flesh that is so sensitive my entire body jerks from the sensation.
“Oh, I do like that. Is that what you’re going to do, my beautiful Grace? Are you going to give me anything I want?”
“Yes,” I answer, fighting my own nerves.
“Are you mad I teased your body while you were sleeping?” he asks, still slowly stroking my pussy. Now his fingers are making circles around my clit. It’s just a light touch, not meant to build my need, just to tease. It may drive me crazy.
“No, I wanted you when I came to bed,” I tell him honestly. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“You just tell me. I’ll give you whatever you want whenever you want. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper, as he finally grinds a finger against my swollen clit.
“Yes, what?” he prompts.
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
“Such a good girl. You are utter perfection,” he praises. “Now it’s time for your reward.”
“Yes …”
I try to look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing, but he swats my ass. There’s a sting, but it’s gentle at the same time. “Look straight ahead, baby.” I bite my lip but do as he demands. I feel him shifting behind me, and I jerk as his head presses under me. His hands come up to my thighs. “Ride me, Grace. Ride my face and drown me in your cum.” Then he pulls me down and insists I grind on his mouth as he sucks and licks relentlessly, pushing me into another orgasm. My last thought before I come so hard that I almost black out is that before he’s done with me, I might die.
But what a way to go …