I had the gratifying feeling of actually feeling him leap to life under me, from half-risen to standing at full attention.
Delighted, I parted my lips again and took him down as far as I could, floating that silky steel on my tongue before lifting back up again. His cock was impressive. No way could I fit the whole thing down my throat, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t try.
“I can get bigger.” Chris’s voice had a healthy amount of rasp to it. Glancing up, I saw him staring raptly at me. Correction. He was staring at my tits.
I felt a slow smile cross my face. Sitting up, I arched my back to put the girls on full display. “Yeah? Want to show me?”
“Come here.”
Grinning now, I edged up. His eyes were glued to me. I loved having his full attention like this. Taking my tits in hand, I squeezed them together to pop them out a little. Then I sank onto my elbows, the head of his erect cock brushing the tunnel of my cleavage.
“Show me,” I repeated.
Chris was quick on the uptake. With a pleased grunt, he flexed his hips upward, plunging his cock into the tight channel between my tits.
I looked down, watching the head of his cock peek out between my tits and ducking back in again.
“You like that?” I asked, my voice getting rougher. I’d never been aroused by having my titties fucked before. But Chris made it feel so good.
“Good,” he grunted, his eyes a little unfocused now. “Needs to be wetter.”
Wetter? Well, I could certainly make things wetter for him.
Releasing my tits, I crawled up the length of him, straddling his lap. His broad hands fell to my waist. I planted a kiss on his lips and then reached behind me to grab his cock to position him.
“Grace,” he groaned, rocking up.
Ha, as if I would make it that easy for him. I spread my legs wide and, holding his thick shaft, rubbed him in between my pussy lips. I could tell that he was straining against the instinct to plunge inside of me. He was flushed, and the cords of his neck stood out like he was straining against an invisible weight.
Teasing him was hard for me, too. His cock felt so good against my pussy. My body screamed to have him inside, and—
“Grace,” he grunted. “Measure it.”
I blinked. Right. In all the fun, I had almost forgotten.
Scrambling off, I grabbed the tape measure.
“Holy crap,” I muttered.
“What?”
I flushed. “Thirteen inches.” He was over a foot. Even larger than your typical sub-place sandwich. No wonder he made me see stars.
“Fuck yeah!” Chris laughed. I stroked him, and he bit back a curse.
“Take a picture.”
“I’m not photographing you.”
“Do it.” He sounded strained. “I need to come.”
Grabbing my cell phone, I snapped a couple of images for posterity.
No sooner had I put the phone down than he was reaching for a condom stashed in his wallet. I watched as if hypnotized.
Then, he grabbed me and spun me around. I just had time to grip the edges of the coffee table and spread my knees wide.
He plunged in—the entire length of him. I let out a cry that was half relief, half release.
Chris was not gentle—he fucked me like he was trying to prove something, and I enjoyed every last second of it. I came hard, white-knuckled, moaning out my pleasure as my muscles clenched and unclenched around him.
Another few hard thrusts, and he was following shortly after.
47
Chris
“So,” Eric prompted me at the meeting the next morning. “Grace isn’t about to turn on you and demand half your money, is she?”
I grinned, thinking about last night.
“Hard nope.”
Josh punched me in the arm. “My man has her wrapped around his finger…or something else!”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” I snarled at him, rising up out of my seat, feeling an uncharacteristic sense of protection toward Grace.
I’ll kill them if they say another thing about her.
“Touchy,” Eric said, narrowing his eyes at me. “You need to remember where the boundary is. Do not stand anywhere close to it. You dodged a massive bullet with Addison. Don’t pick up a cannon and point it at your chest now.”
I thought about my friend’s warning as I headed back to my penthouse. Logically I knew he was right. But I liked Grace, like, really liked her. What if we didn’t get a divorce? What if we just stayed married? Would it be so bad?