Chapter 20 Cole
Chapter twenty
Cole
Ifelt pretty shitty all day. Grace did her best to paste on a smile and keep going but I could tell she was hurting. She wasn’t her normal self, and when I asked her when she was going to start reading to Daisy, she told me not today.
After she’d fed Daisy, Grace and I kept working on the chicken coop. What had started out as a basic chicken coop was now turning into the Hollywood Hills version. It had opening and closing windows, a door, and Grace had just declared it should be painted white with dark gray trim.
“The chickens aren’t going to know if it’s painted or not,” I tried to reason with her, already well aware I had a trip to the hardware store in my not-too-distant future to buy paint.
“But if you’re going to look out the window over it, wouldn’t you like it to be nice?” Grace questioned, and I hated that she had a point.
I couldn’t let her think that I was that easy of a pushover. I wanted her to work for it. At least a little bit.
“Seems like a lot of extra work for something that doesn’t really matter.”
“Cole,” Grace started, setting down her hammer and coming toward me.
All day she’d worked like a trooper. She’d measured and cut timber, bolted pieces together, hammered in nails, and only once complained when her fingernail got caught and ripped off, leaving her with a bloody finger.
“I’m sure the girls would appreciate a nice home.
And maybe some flower beds on the outside to brighten up the place. ”
“Now we’re landscaping too?” I shook my head. The chickens hadn’t even arrived yet, and already they were living a life of luxury and making demands.
Grace sauntered over to where I was standing pretending to be exasperated. When her arms wove around my waist and she looked up at me with those wide eyes, I knew we’d be planting petunias right next to the painted chicken coop.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she promised in that voice I’d come to know meant I wasn’t going to regret agreeing to anything.
“Raincheck?” I asked, and Grace’s mouth fell open with shock.
“Huh? You’re asking for a raincheck?”
“I am. But only because it’s your birthday, and I should be taking care of you,” I told her as I palmed her ass through her denim cutoffs.
One thing about Grace was she was a real woman. She had curves and softness about her. She had a set of tits I found myself dreaming about and an ass I couldn’t keep my hands off. Grace was the entire package and one I wanted to keep.
“We could take care of each other?” Grace suggested helpfully.
“You know, that might just be your best idea yet!” I confirmed, lifting her into my arms, her legs wrapping around me as I crushed my mouth down on hers.
It didn’t take long for things to heat up. A simple kiss led to an even dirtier one. When Grace broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck, I knew I had to move. As she tormented and tortured me with wet kisses, teasing nips, and sucking on my neck, I carried her into the house.
I shoved through the door with my shoulder and laid her on the dining table.
“Cole …”
“Yes, Grace,” I replied, unlacing her shoe.
“What are you doing?”
At that moment I wasn’t sure. She was beautiful.
She’d caught some sun, her cheeks were red, and her hair had been ruffled from the breeze, but it wasn’t just how she looked that captivated me.
It was who she was. From the way she cared about everyone around her, whether it be human or bovine.
The grit and determination she showed stubbornly refusing to give up until she achieved it.
But mostly, it was the way she fit me perfectly.
In every sense of the word, she fit me. Working alongside each other today had been easy.
We laughed, we messed up, we tried again.
Who knew it could actually be fun to build a chicken coop?
I certainly hadn’t expected it, but then again, I hadn’t expected Grace either and now I couldn’t imagine what it would be like without her.
“You, my dear, are about to lie there and watch me celebrate your birthday. I want to hear every scream and every moan.”
“Cole …”
I tossed her shoe on the floor and unlaced the other one. Grace propped herself up on her elbows. She was chewing on her bottom lip and thinking way too hard for someone about to be fucked seven ways to Sunday.
I dropped Grace’s shoe to the ground, the thud echoing over her ragged breathing.
“We can’t … What if Zane comes back?”
“He’s not back for a week,” I confirmed as I popped the button on her shorts.
When Grace lifted her hips and helped me shimmy them down her legs, I knew for someone asking so many questions, she was as into this as I was.
Finally naked from the waist down, I ran my hands up her smooth legs. Grace’s skin was like silk. I couldn’t keep my hands off it. But it wasn’t enough. I could smell her arousal even though her knees were clamped together.
“Open those knees, sweetheart,” I requested. “Let me see that pretty pussy.”
Grace dropped back on the table, her head clunking on the timber before she threw an arm across her eyes, in the same moment, she let her knees fall open. She was stunning. Glistening for me. I salivated.
I pulled her arm down as I dropped to my knees between her thighs. “No way, pretty girl. No hiding. We’re celebrating here.”
“Ugh!” Grace huffed dramatically, propping herself back up on her elbows.
I ran my nose along the seam of her lips breathing her in. She was intoxicating. Addictive. I massaged her thighs with my hands, and Grace squirmed beneath me.
“Cole!” This time my name fell from her lips like a plea.
“I know what you need, sweetheart, and I’m going to give it to you,” I promised, using my thumbs to open her up.
The first lick made my dick turn to iron.
The second made my balls tingle.
When I sucked on her clit, Grace arched from the table and grabbed her boob squeezing roughly through her shirt.
“Show me those tits, pretty girl,” I growled against her pussy before lapping at her slowly.
Grace struggled, but her determination had her balling up her shirt and tossing it away before unsnapping her bra, dropping it to the floor, and reaching for her boob again.
“That feels so fucking good,” she swore as she pinched her nipple.
Slowly, painfully slowly I circled her clit with my tongue, her legs trembling around me.
I reached down and adjusted my weeping dick in my boxers.
I was going to embarrass myself but couldn’t summon the energy to care.
This wasn’t about me. This was about Grace and making sure my girl felt special.
I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it as I slid two fingers knuckle deep inside her.
“Holy fuck!” Grace swore as she jack-knifed off the table.
I pulled them back before thrusting them inside her again. Finding a rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of nirvana, I pumped my fingers while I licked and sucked and lapped everything up she had to offer me.
She was holding back, and I wasn’t having that. This wasn’t a one-and-done. I wanted three orgasms from her before I bent her over the table and buried myself balls-deep in my happy place.
I crooked my fingers and hit that spot deep inside her that had Grace moaning and praying to a higher being. She flooded my fingers, and I drank down every drop.
I held my fingers steady, her vise-like walls clamping them in place as she rode out her orgasm and floated back to earth.
“That was …”
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” I grinned up from between her legs although I wasn’t sure who just got the present. Me or her. Watching her let go like that, watching her fall apart was a sight I’d never get sick of.
“Best. Present. Ever.” Grace panted as she caught my gaze.
“Let’s see if number two can top it,” I suggested as I started slowly pumping my fingers inside her.
“Two?”
“I want three for starters,” I informed her, rocking forward and licking her from hole to clit, circling the still-sensitive bud.
“Three? I can’t do three,” Grace protested adamantly.
“Sounds like a challenge there, sweetheart,” I reminded her, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking.
With my free hand, I reached up and tweaked her nipple and her walls tightened. She was already so close, but Grace was stubborn. She’d make me work for it and it was one job I was willing to take on.
Grace lifted her feet, sitting them on my shoulders as she rode my fingers and fucked my face. For someone who didn’t think they could do another, she was chasing it mighty hard.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” she chanted as her hips rose and fell.
It was all I could do to hang on.
I lifted my head and took a breath. I was going to drown in this woman, and I wouldn’t have one complaint. “Use me, Grace. Ride my fingers,” I encouraged as I leaned down and nipped her clit, sending her levitating off the table.
I had no doubt that every time I sat here to eat dinner from here until eternity, this memory would come to mind. I’d never be able to look at the table the same way again. And I had absolutely no complaints about that.
“Fuck me that was …”
Grace was covered in a layer of sweat, her body glistening in the afternoon sunlight that filtered through the windows.
I pushed up off my knees and leaned over her, pressing my aching, weeping cock against her heat, and caught her lips in a kiss.
“Mmmm,” she murmured as I plunged my tongue inside her mouth.
I rutted against her. If I didn’t get a release soon my balls could very well explode. The whole place smelled like sex and sweat.
“Fuck you’re good at that,” Grace declared with fistfuls of my hair before kissing me again.
Soon enough she was the one rubbing herself against me. Together we moaned and groaned. I lowered my head, capturing a diamond-pointed nipple between my lips and sucking on the nub.
“Cole! Cole!” Grace chanted and I lifted my head with a pleased grin.
I had my girl spread out before me, two orgasms down and begging for more. I had every reason to be proud of myself.
“How can I help, pretty girl?” I asked sweetly, wiping her hair from her sticky forehead.
“You can fuck me now,” Grace demanded.
“Well yes, ma’am,” I agreed, never wanting to disappoint a lady.
Grace sat up, pushing me backward and reached for my belt. Not wanting to get in her way, I pulled my shirt off.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Grace muttered as she unbuckled me.
“What?”
“The way that guys do that one-handed, behind your head shirt thing.”
My buckle unsnapped and she dragged the leather through the loops before letting it fall to the floor and reaching for the snap on my jeans.
“Like that do you?” I asked as I reached for her boobs, feeling the weight of them in my hands.
Grace’s eyes rolled back in her head and a moan slipped out.
I didn’t have time to call her out on it though. She gave up on getting me out of my pants and instead shoved her hand into my boxers, wrapping it around my shaft. Now it was my hips moving without warning.
“Keep that up and I’m not going to last,” I growled, releasing my grip on her and shoving my pants to my feet.
I clumsily shucked them off, almost tripping over my shoes in my hurry to get naked.
Grace just grinned up at me and kept working my cock.
The only thing that would’ve made this moment any better was if she sank to her knees and wrapped those lips around my dick.
But it wasn’t about me, I had to remind myself.
It was about Grace. Her birthday, her pleasure.
“Turn over,” I managed to grit out as I clenched my ass cheeks, willing myself not to come. When I blew my load, I was going to be balls deep in that pretty pussy.
With a pout, Grace released her hold on my cock and wriggled down the table, making sure she rubbed her tits across my chest as she stood up.
The moment she was bent over my table, ass out, smirking at me over her shoulder, I slapped her ass earning me a loud scream before I thrust home in one powerful thrust.
“Oh, fuck me,” Grace muttered as I found my rhythm.
“Oh, sweetheart, I plan on it.”