I watched as she took a deep breath and licked her lips. She didn’t wait long, but instead mimicked the others and crawled between my legs.
Looking up at me with her big green eyes, she lowered her painted red lips and kissed the tip of my hard cock as an announcement of what was about to occur.
Men moaned, others ate their clam chowder while their dicks were sucked, some chatted casually with their neighbors as if there wasn’t a woman giving them a blow job under the table. I could do nothing more but to take hold of Grace’s hair with both my hands and help guide her head all the way to the base. I made her take all of me right from the start.
No teasing. No easing. All of me.
She grasped my cock with her thin fingers and stroked me as she tightly pulled her lips up my length while licking a path the entire way. Up and down, she began to bob. Her tongue circled, her fist tightened, her mouth caressed, and I moaned with zero shame as I blocked out the dinner guests around me.
It was just me and Grace.
Her mouth. My cock.
So right, even though it was so wrong.
“Our pets need their milk, gentlemen. It’s only fair they feast too,” I heard my father say, but quickly directed all my attention back toward Grace and how she mastered my body with the way she worshiped my dick.
When she opened her mouth a little wider and nearly swallowed my cock, I felt my control wavering. I refused to give this kitty her milk on her terms.
They would be on mine. Always mine.
I tightened my grip on her hair and took control of the cadence as I fucked her face. Up and down, fast and hard, and with me in the driver’s seat.
Yes, I was taught to be a gentleman, but when it came to sex, I was the one who would dominate always. I would cum in her mouth, but not yet. I needed to savor the beautiful sight before me a little longer.
Moans grew in intensity, guttural groans of completion surrounded me, and I could see women fall back on their haunches wiping the remnants of their master’s seed from their lips.
But I wasn’t ready yet. Not yet.
I knew I was pushing Grace to the limit with how much she could take. I shoved my cock deeper with each thrust, and though her eyes watered, and her mascara began to run down her perfect hollowed cheeks, she didn’t resist in the slightest.
Her eyes locked with mine as if daring me to do more.
Push harder.
Claim her mouth as I had claimed her pussy less than twenty-four hours earlier.
The second course came even though I hadn’t yet touched the first. But it didn’t matter. My hunger was being satisfied in a much better way.
My Grace.
Mine.
Not being able to take it any longer, and as she lowered all the way to the base once more, I spilled my seed in the back of her throat. My ears rang, my toes curled, and I couldn’t remember the last time I orgasmed with such intensity. Grace paused as she swallowed around my dick and then gently pulled away, seductively looking up at me as she wiped at her mouth and smiled.
She fucking smiled.
It was right then and there that I knew I had my perfect belle. She would be just fine in this entire process. They wouldn’t be able to break her.
Oh, how they would try.
But they would never be able to break this belle.
12
Grace
After the scene at the dinner party, I think we both needed to take a step back and catch our breath. Everything just got so intense, so fast.
And then I was naked at his feet, sucking him down my throat. But for the first time in my life, the act hadn’t felt like a “job” in spite of its name.
It was the craziest, most out-of-control situation, even though everybody was sitting there so calmly. Around us, they just all dined off their fine china as if nothing was amiss, silverware and champagne glasses clinking.
Meanwhile, us girls were on the floor between their legs…
I could feel Montgomery’s every response in the flex of his thighs. My ministrations were killing him but still he fought release. I don’t know why it turned me on as much as it did. Giving head usually felt like tiresome work, but the way he caressed my head with a mixture of tenderness