Chapter 34
GRACE
WORSHIPPED AND WELL-FUCKED
I look into the eyes of the man I know I’m in love with, watching a muscle tick in his jaw when I tighten my grip on his hard length.
“Fuck, baby. I don’t know what’s tighter, your fist or your perfect cunt.”
I lift my brows. “Good thing you’re about to find out.”
His hands find my waist and he spins me around, giving my ass one deliciously biting slap. “Then go to the end of the bench.”
I take a couple of steps forward, stopping at the edge of the weight bench in front of the mirror.
He sits down behind me on the bench, bringing his head to my side, running his hands up my thighs and resting them on my hip bones.
He kisses the dip of my waist and all I can do is watch him in the mirror, the way he reverently touches me, firm and rough but still lovingly, in a way that makes my body sing.
His grip on my hips tightens and he lowers me down into his lap, pressing my wet core against his erection that’s so hard I can feel him throbbing beneath me. His arm wraps around me, pulling my back to his front.
“You have a thing for mirrors and being watched?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder.
He shakes his head. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re about to come. I want you to see it. Now, take off that bra and eyes on us.”
He thrusts his hips up, pressing his hard, veiny shaft against my piercing sending a wave of pleasure through me. I reach for my bra and pull it over my head, tossing it aside. I melt into his lap and he moans against my neck.
He drops his hands to my waist, lifting me off his lap just enough to notch himself at my entrance. I grip his thighs, running my nails along his muscular quads and brace myself. He nudges my cheek with his stubbled jaw, prompting me to look forward into the mirror. My eyes meet his.
“Watch how good you look when you take me.”
Slowly, he lowers me. Inch after inch of his long, thick cock stretches me open, and I gasp at the pleasure when he’s fully seated in me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I pant. I rock my hips, needing more friction. I feel my core clench.
I feel him tense beneath me and hear him hiss through his teeth. His reflection shows how his jaw tightens at the sensation. Clearly, this is doing things for both of us.
“You want me to fill you with my cum? Because if you keep that up that’s what’s going to happen.”
I hum my approval, rocking my hips and clenching my pussy again. He drops one hand between my thighs, dragging his knuckles against the sensitive skin until his fingertips reach the apex of my thighs. He starts to rock his hips forward, slow and rhythmically while he fingers my clit.
I lean back into his chest, swiveling my hips in rhythm with him. He cups my breast with his other hand and rolls my nipple between his fingertips, tugging on the little barbells just the right amount to peak my need. I whimper at his touch, throwing my head back when he presses a kiss to my neck.
“See how good we look together,” he rasps, his voice low and gravelly. I lower my head back to the sight waiting for me in the mirror.
It’s raw. We’re sweaty. We’re a mess. We’re broken in our own ways, but we’re one and the same.
He plunges into me over and over and I can see how my arousal is soaking his cock. I watch the chorded muscles of his arm work in beautiful harmony while he strums my clit. I watch the way his fingers play with my breast. Most of all though, I see the look in his eyes gazing back at me.
He’s giving me everything I want, placating all of my senses, my never-ending need for stimulation. And most of all, he knows it.
I rock my hips faster, craving that sweet release we both want. He matches my pace, thrusting harder, and increasing the pressure on my clit with his fingers. He kisses my neck again, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Yes! Yes! Please!” I cry out.
He groans against my neck and holds my gaze in the mirror. “That’s my girl. So fucking beautiful taking every inch of me.”
His warm breath against my neck and his words undo me. I arch my back into him when I come, moaning and digging my nails into his thighs, pressing my core down onto him, bottoming him out in me.
My pussy clenches on his shaft and my thighs tighten around his hand, holding it there while he rings every last ounce of pleasure from my worshipped and well-fucked body.
“Fuck. That’s it,” he grits out before biting my neck, his grip on my nipple tightening. I feel his cock pulse and twitch as he spills into me, finding his release deep inside me.
We both stay there, molded to each other, riding out our orgasms. Our chests heave with heavy breaths as we slowly come down from our highs. I whimper as he places a trail of kisses down my neck and along my shoulder.
I relax, opening my thighs and releasing his hand. He brings it across my front, holding me to him.
I can’t look away from our reflection. I see the devotion in his expression. The way he holds my spent body, while he’s still stretching me, a bead of his cum dripping down my thigh, I didn’t know it was possible to be this desired, to be loved this viscerally.
I want to tell him. I know I feel it, but the words are stuck in my throat. “Why me?” I say instead, leaving those other three little words unspoken. My voice is so quiet I almost think I imagined saying anything.
He stops his trail of kisses and wraps his other arm around my front, holding me tightly to him.
My fingers trace along his bicep and over his tattoo, when he brings his lips to my ear and whispers.
“Because you have the heart of someone who’s lived a thousand lives.
I wish I knew you in each and every one of them because this one sure as hell isn’t enough. ”