Grace #2
When Tucker reaches toward his nightstand, right where the condoms are, I place a gentle hand on his wrist. He glances at me, confused. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I-if you didn’t want to use one, that would be okay.”
He searches my eyes. I don’t blame him—we’ve never had sex without a condom before. I was terrified of becoming a teen mom, and Tucker wasn’t too keen on being a teen dad, either, so we were always super careful.
“Fuck, Gracie. Are you sure?” His gaze flickers over my face, searching for any hesitation. “I mean, I’m clean too, but are you sure?”
I nod. “I want to feel all of you, Tucker.”
“I never thought I’d hear those words, but fuck, I want that to.”
“On one condition,” I say, barely able to bite back my grin.
“This ought to be good.”
“The hat stays on.”
He reaches behind me, finding the discarded hat and placing it back on my head. “You better ride me like you mean it then, cowgirl.” The last word is punctuated with a slap on my ass.
“Oh, I plan to, Beaumont.” I slide off him and make quick work of removing my bra and underwear. I’m about to climb back on when I have an idea. With one hand holding the hat on my head, I bend over his dick.
“What’re you—”
Tucker doesn’t finish his sentence as I spit on his dick and guide it into my mouth.
He groans, loudly, and I squeeze his balls as I lick and suck my way down his shaft, lathering it up.
Between this and the wetness pooling between my legs, I have no doubt he’ll glide right into my pussy.
But it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?
Plus, I love having his cock in my mouth.
Climbing back on top of him in nothing but his hat and a Cheshire cat grin, I line us up and ease my way down his cock.
Our gasps mix in a symphony of pleasure.
Tucker wraps a hand around my neck and pulls my lips to his in a possessive kiss that leaves me breathless.
I moan into his mouth as I sink down further, until my ass is flat against his thighs.
“Fuck, Gracie,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers tightening on the back of my neck and his other hand stroking up and down my back.
“I know,” I murmur back, “I feel so full, but having you like this feels incredible.”
“Not even in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get to fuck you like this.”
“Really?” I ask, quirking a brow. “Not even in your wildest dreams? That hurts.”
The hand he had around my neck slinks away. I’m about to ask what he’s doing but I don’t get the chance, because the sharp sting on my clit makes me gasp. My hips jerk in response, pulling a deep moan from the back of my throat
“Did you just slap me?” I pant.
“I did.” He grins at me as his thumb gently caresses the spot he just slapped. My hips buck and Tucker grunts. “The look in your eyes says you’re shocked, but you liked it. Your hips are kinda saying the same thing.”
“I’m shocked by how much I liked it, truth be told.”
His eyes darken. “Good t’ know.”
I place my hands either side of his head and roll my hips forward, letting his cock slip out until only the tip remains.
On an exhale, I rock backwards again, taking him in completely.
I repeat the movement over and over—slowly at first, letting us both adjust to how good it feels, and then picking up speed.
“Fuck yes, sweetheart, you’re doing so good,” Tucker murmurs against the front of my chest as I increase the pace of my bouncing.
His words of praise only spur me on. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet and aroused in my life.
“God, Gracie,” he says it like a prayer as he thrusts up into me, the movement creating an obscene noise between my legs. “You’re fucking drenched.”
“Tucker, please,” I beg. “I need more.”
“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re taking me so well.”
The praise and encouragement pouring out of him is uncovering a kink I didn’t know I had. The dirty talking side of him is so fucking hot, I can hardly bear it.
He grips my hips with the level of pressure that’s bound to leave a bruise. I hope it does—a small reminder of him wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
Our words morph into moans and whimpers as we pick up the pace in tandem, neither of us able to hold ourselves back any longer.
I ride him like my life depends on it while he fucks me like it’s the last time.
The feel of his bare cock inside me is otherworldly.
I can feel every ridge and vein as we move.
He matches my rhythm with his thrusts, creating the most delicious pain when my clit hits his groin.
He’s so deep and it’s so tight, but it feels so fucking good.
When my legs begin to tire, I lean backwards and brace my hands on his upper thighs.
The angle change brings him impossibly deeper, and I let out a garbled mix of moan and cry as he slams up into me.
I let my head fall back and close my eyes, reveling in the sensation.
It’s the most delightful combination of pain and pleasure.
We fit together perfectly, like the last two puzzle pieces—kept apart while the rest of the puzzle came together around them, but in the end they’re pieced together to complete the image.
I gasp loudly when Tucker flips us over without warning and I land on my back with him above me, his cock still deep inside my pussy.
He fucks me hard and fast, and without an ounce of hesitation.
The orgasm begins building, every inch of my skin tingling with desire.
When his thumb begins circling my clit, I fall apart on a long cry.
He doesn’t let up though, continuing to fuck me as I ride out my orgasm.
Just as I’m coming down, Tucker bottoms out and comes, spilling inside me with a throaty moan.
For a moment we don’t move, trying to catch our breaths. My heart rate is just returning to a steadier rhythm when Tucker kisses me on the forehead and slowly pulls out. I whimper at the loss of him, already missing the feeling of him inside me.
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to grab you a washcloth.”