“Wake up,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to fuck you for breakfast.”
She grabbed the hand that was trailing lower and lower.
“I need to go to the office,” she said.
“It’s Sunday.”
“I don’t have anything done. I’m behind on editing, and you are a huge distraction.”
“Me?” I kissed her neck, pressing my hard length against her.
“Yes, you.” She turned to press a kiss on my mouth. I deepened the kiss, claiming her with my tongue.
“I cannot stay in bed with you all day,” she said, trying to wiggle out from under me, but all it did was make me harder.
“How about one for the road. I’ll make it quick.” I pressed a kiss to her neck. “And hard and dirty.”
“I—” Her half-hearted protest turned into a moan as I rolled her over onto her front and dipped my fingers in her pussy.
Grace was already wet for me. Of course she was. Her tight little tunnel was so slick that I felt my dick give a twitch in interest.
“Okay,” she breathed. “You might convince me. Make it good.”
“Make it good,” I grumbled. “I am going to make you scream.”
This angle made it easy for me to plunge my fingers all the way inside her. She yelped as I hit her sweet spot, and then moaned when I stroked her clit.
Grace looked over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with lust. “You going to fuck me, or are you going to keep playing around?”
I smirked. I was going to make her eat those words.
It took moments to pull out the condom from my pocket and roll it on. Then, grabbing her hip, I nudged my cock forward to her slick entrance. Once I was lined up, I entered her in one long thrust until I was fully hilted inside her. My hips were flush against her ass.
She let out another heavy groan of appreciation. One that was cut off when I circled my hips, making her feel all my girth.
“Chris...”
I could not get enough of her gasping my name. I increased the force of my thrusts, pounding her hard and fast.
The slap of skin against skin was mixed in with her cries. She was getting loud now, and I loved to hear her. It let me know when I was doing something right.
She let out a hoarse cry when my dick hit her there. Her body clenching around me was the only warning I got before she came, crying out loud and high.
It hadn’t taken long, and I was almost there myself. I didn’t let up for a moment. Gripping her hips with both hands, I held her in place as I chased my own pleasure.
Orgasm hit, and I closed my eyes, back arching in pure bliss as I spilled inside her.
We slumped together like that, catching our breaths.
“You sure you want to go to work?” I teased, climbing off of her and stroking her ass as I removed the condom.
“Stop tempting me,” she complained, perching up on her elbows, her tits pressed enticingly into the mattress. “And don’t look at me like that! I need to shower!”
I smirked to myself, going to my own room. I flushed the condom then took my own shower, wishing Grace was there to join me.
“Do not,” she warned when I walked her to the front door, my hand on her back.
“Don’t what?” I joked. “Make you aching and soaking wet?”
“Yes,” she hissed. I pressed a chaste kiss to her nose.
“I’ll be here when you get back, ready and waiting to provide stress relief.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, looked up at me, then pulled me down for a hard kiss. I groaned as she ran her hands over my bare chest.
“Put on a shirt,” she said then slipped out of the door.
I smirked to myself as I pulled out some of the leftovers Grace had brought back and heated them up.
As I waited for the microwave to do its thing, I started having second thoughts. Maybe it was a bad idea to keep having sex with Grace. Was I promising something I wasn’t going to deliver? Or maybe my mother and Addison were right, that Grace was playing some sort of long game. My father’s warnings also played in my head, the steady soundtrack to my life. Grace could be trying to trap me. I mentally went over our night last night. We had used a condom, right? I had flushed the one this morning.
Feeling sick, I raced to her bedroom. Her grandmother