CHAPTER 20 #2
She doesn’t deny it. She doesn’t defend herself or try to make excuses. That has a most the anger pulsing in my chest morphing into something else, something far hungrier.
For her.
Always for her.
When we’re both bare, I sit on the bed with my back against the headboard. My cock is so fucking hard, my desire a mixture of fear and what my woman always does to me.
“You’re going to ride my cock, Angel,” I demand. “I’m going to get a front row seat to your tits bouncing and you chasing your pleasure.”
My woman bites her lip, her cheeks pinking slightly, before she crawls onto the bed and then up the length of me. When she straddles my hips, my fists clench at my sides. Not touching her.
I don’t even know why I’m holding back. Everything in me is screaming to touch her. To consume her. To brand her as mine.
Graycie pouts before gripping one of my wrists with both hands. She moves it until I have no other choice but to grip her hip. Then she does the same with my other wrist before blinding me with a wide, self-satisfied smile.
My breath stalls in my lungs as I watch her lift up, grip my cock, and sink back down my length. Slowly. Too fucking slowly.
She’s scorching hot and I have to tip my head back and grit my teeth to stop myself from coming far too soon.
“Fuck, Graycie-girl,” my words come out strained, “you feel so good stretching around my dick.”
“Yes,” she gasps as she rotates her hips one way and then the other.
Fuck me, then my Angel starts to move. Up and down. Slowly at first, making every stroke count, feeling every inch of me, and moaning.
It’s maddening.
It’s fucking perfect.
As she rides me, I can feel her gaining confidence, bouncing faster, moving her hips more deliberately. Nothing about her is tentative. And it’s fucking glorious to watch.
My lips part as I pant, my eyes locked on her. I couldn’t look away even if I tried.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, praise her, “you’re taking me so good. You feel so good.”
The moan she lets out is throaty and so fucking sexy. Unable to take it anymore, I start thrusting up into her when she comes back down. Her eyes widen and her hands shoot out to grip my shoulders, her nails digging in.
I fucking love it.
The bite of pain.
The way it tells me how much she’s feeling, how she’s about to be lost to bliss. I fucking love it.
I love her.
It comes as no surprise to me that I love the woman in my arms. I think I fell in love with her with a single glance.
But what a fucking glance it was.
It’s so damn easy to remember. The sound of the clubhouse door closing behind her and then my eyes finding her.
The strands of her dark hair look like a kaleidoscope with the sun shining down on her.
The innocence in her eyes, the need for someone to see her and care, the desire to be protected and loved with someone’s entire soul.
“I need you to come,” I grind out the words as I let go of one of her hips to let my fingers find her clit. “I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer, you feel too fucking good.”
Graycie makes a keening sound in her throat and her back arches. She freezes, not even breathing, as her orgasm rushes through her. The walls of her pussy squeeze me and I’m fucking done.
I growl out her name while burying myself as deep inside her sweet cunt as I can get. Every jet of my cum causes stars to dance in my vision. But I don’t look away from her. From Graycie.
She’s a vision of post-orgasmic softness. She’s all satisfaction, languid in a way that can’t be faked.
When she collapses against my chest, my balls are aching and considering going another round while knowing it’s not going to happen. Not quite yet anyway. I slide my hand up and down her back, loving the feel of her soft skin against the roughness of my hands because of the work I do.
Always rough.
Always a little dirty.
But my Graycie-girl doesn’t mind.
“Damn it,” she mutters, “I forgot to grab my mail.”
I brush some of the hair back from her face so I can get a better look at her. I never want to look away.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll text Opal and ask her to grab it. I know she has a grocery run to make today.”
“Perfect,” she breathes out before a yawn overtakes her face. She chuckles, “I completely forgot how early it is. So much has happened.”
I make a humming sound and plant a kiss on her temple before gently sliding her to the bed. She snuggles into the bed and lets out a sound that makes me glad I splurged on the mattress.
It’s not the first time I’ve been thankful to have a mattress that feels like a cloud.
When I stand up and stretch, I feel Graycie’s eyes on me. I look at her over my shoulder and smirk before I do a slow spin. “Go right ahead and look, Graycie-girl. I’m all yours.”
“Oh, I’m looking,” she teases and wiggles her eyebrows.
I bark out a laugh as I fish my phone out of my jeans and shoot a quick message to Opal about the mail. After tossing my phone on the bed, I head into the bathroom and get a washcloth wet with warm water. Just as I’m about to ring it out, I hear my phone chime.
“Go head and see what Opal said,” I tell her. “The code is 7662.”
When I walk out of the bathroom, Graycie is holding my phone like it’s a bomb she’s expecting to go off at any moment. It would be adorable if she didn’t look terrified.
“You want me to unlock your phone and go to the messages? You want me to read a message sent to you?” She sounds bewildered.
“What?” I tilt my head to the side as I study her. “Yeah. You can check the message on my phone any time. You can use my phone if you need one.” I snap my fingers. “Actually, that reminds me, we’ll log on and order you a phone and get it on my plan.”
Graycie blinks and looks down at my phone, blinks again and looks at me.
“I don’t know what to say,” her voice is soft and a little sad.
“I trust you, Angel,” I murmur the words and make a motion to the phone.
She swallows hard and uses the code to open it and then uses the notification to pull up my most recent message.
Her voice wobbles at first before filling with amusement, “It’s too fucking early for you to be sending me a message. I expect an update on whatever has happened and don’t worry about the mail, I’ve got it. She’s my best friend, you know. You can’t steal her forever. We’ll have to share.”
The smile on Graycie’s face is slow growing, but then she’s throwing her head back and laughing. “Your sister is a little unhinged.”
As I clean her up, she blushes and I wink at her. “It’s a family trait.”
“I noticed,” her voice is filled with amusement.
As the moment settles, I look deep in her eyes and give her my truth. “I trust you, Graycie and I have nothing to hide.”
“I love you,” she blurts out the words and then her face becomes a mask of horror and embarrassment. Her hand shoots up and covers her mouth like she wants to stuff the words back in.
My heart sinks because I desperately want to hear those words from her. I want to say them back. But she’s not quite ready.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, “I can’t believe I just said that. I don’t,” she pauses and closes her eyes, “I mean, that did not just happen.” She wiggles her fingers in front of me as if doing some strange magic spell. “You can go right ahead and forget I said anything.”
I toss the rag toward the bathroom and wrap my woman up in my arms. Since I don’t trust my words, I swallow them down and just hold her.
There will be plenty of time for declarations. And you better believe there will be declarations. I just have to make sure that my woman is ready to hear them. Until then, I can be patient.