Grace Anne - By Kathi S. Barton Page 0,29

by her hair she tried to go back to his lovely cock, but he pulled her again.

“I want to be inside of you. Right now. I want to fuck you and fill you with my cum.” She moved back from him, but not before she took him into her mouth again. “Christ, you’re killing me.”

She lay back as he pulled her dress over her hips. Her panties, soaked though, were no match for him and she heard them tear. She closed her eyes to try and get control. She was so close.

When he didn’t move, didn’t take her, she looked up at him. He had the most beautiful face, she thought suddenly, and reached up to touch him. He kissed her hand as she ran it along his cheek. He looked at her as he slowly filled her.

She wanted to close her eyes again. Even as he rocked into her slowly she knew that things were never going to be the same. He was taking something right now and she couldn’t for the life of her take it back. Her heart was his. Even after such a short time together, she knew without a doubt that this man, over all the other men she’d known, was going to be more than just someone she had dinner with and maybe on occasion slept with. The handful of men she’d allowed in her bed was nothing to this one.

“Michael, please. I need you to take me.” She knew that what she was saying was more than just a simple fucking; she actually wanted him to take her. And that terrified her more than the thought of her mother and her threats.

Leaning down, he took her mouth. The kiss was gentle yet hungry, soft but thorough. He was making her heart pound and her blood boil all while he was breaking her in two.

“Come for me, Grace. Come with me now.”

Her body reacted to his command immediately. She bowed up beneath him as he filled her. She felt his teeth sink into her neck, the hard bite of possession. Even as she came again from the short pain, she knew that she had to get away from him as soon as possible, before it was too late.

As he dropped onto her then rolled, taking her with him onto the soft leather seat, she thought maybe it was too late for either of them. She felt the tears fill her eyes and wondered why now? Why now, after all this time, did a man come into her life when she had to leave him to save him?

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Michael felt her tears, but didn’t comment on them. He wondered if he’d hurt her, but knew enough to know that the tears splashing on his chest had nothing to do with that. She’d changed; right before his eyes, she’d become more to him. Michael closed his eyes to the sudden terror he felt. The terror of knowing that Grace Waite was more than just a simple lay in the back of the limo. She was becoming more.

He held her until she started to stir. He let her go and watched her sit up and try to adjust her clothing. He grinned when she held up her panties to him and laughed when she tossed them at him.

“Those are a one of a kind, you know. I have no idea how much they sell for, but those particular panties were going to be featured in the next catalogue and now I’ll have to remake them. I hope you’re satisfied.” She sat on the seat and tried to run her fingers through her hair. “We can’t do this again.”

He didn’t say anything, knowing that, as soon as he got her to his house, it was indeed going to happen again. Only, this time, he was going to take her to his bed, not against the wall or the floor of a limo.

“Where are we going anyway? I thought you were taking me home.” She looked out the dark window and turned to him again. “Where are we?”

He reached for his pants before answering. Christ, she was going to be pissed. “I’m taking you to my house. You said that you were tired, and so am I. Frankly, I don’t think you and I could fit in your bed and do all the things I want to do to you in it.”

“Your home.” She said it so hard he looked up at her as he buckled his belt. “I told