Page 66 of Saving Grace

I watched shock spread across Sophia’s face.

Atticus went to pull back, but my grip tightened, I was in charge for once. I kissed him harder, sucked his tongue into my mouth.. made him participate. He raised his hand to my hair. I knocked it away. Separated our mouths.

“Don’t touch me,” I said in the same instance as I dropped to my knees. Aggressively tugging his shorts down with me.

I steadied myself with my hands on his thighs. I could feel his heavy gaze on me. I raised my eyes to meet his. His teeth were pressed into bottom lip hard enough to break skin, to draw blood.

The fact that his wife was standing outside the room watching us didn’t seem to register in his mind at all

Gripping his dick, I used it like a pencil and traced my lips with it. His musky scent was heady. Precum oozed from his tip. I flicked my tongue over the head. A sigh slipped from between his tightly pressed lips. I opened my mouth and dropped my hand. An invitation for him to take over. I wanted his wife to see the pleasure only I could give him. I wanted her to see how anxious he was for me.

The proof was in the way his hand shook as he gripped himself. He guided himself into my mouth. I used my tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft. “God, Grace,” he whispered.

His free hand went to cup my chin.

He took his time easing himself in. When the head touched my throat he started rocking his hips as he guided my mouth up and down on him. I relaxed my throat and allowed him to push deeper.

Out of my peripheral I watched his wife lose her mind. She banged at the glass. I wanted to laugh.

His fingers flexed the grip on my chin tightened.

“Look at me, not her” he growled.

He glared down at me. Daring me to look away

Holding my eyes hostage.

“You want to put on a show, then put on a show. Swallow this dick.” he commanded. I splayed my fingers across his ass and urged him deeper. The strokes intensified. He sped up, fucking my throat.

I felt his cock jerk. His hold switched from my chin to my hair. He wound his fingers into my hair. Forced me to keep sucking. “Take it.” I gagged, as saliva escaped my lips.

“I’m going to cum.” he managed to grit out through gnashed teeth. “Be ready to swallow it all.”

A deep growl vibrated his abs, he pushed his hips up, wrapping his fingers tight around my hair, holding me there as he reached climax. All I could do was swallow all that he gave me.

When he finally unwound his fingers from my hair, his breathing had returned to normal. I was trying to catch mine. I sagged back on to my ass. Dropping, Atticus came down to his knees, his fingers curled around the back of my neck as he pulled me forward for a kiss. Kissed me like it was our last moment alive.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered close to mine. We breathed in and exhaled the same torrid air.

“There’s so many things wrong with us. We’ve become fucking horrible people, Grace.” I heard the sorrow in between his words, the hitch in his voice. All that was going on was taking as much a toll on him as it was me.

“We are.”

He ran his thumb over the back of my neck.

“I’m going to fix us though. Fix this. One day, you and me, we’ll be normal as we were when we were kids.” He declared staring me in the eyes and I believed he'd try his hardest to make it happen, but what I didn't believe was that he’ d succeed. It seemed people like us were born losing.

Emotion choked me.

“I hope so.” My voice broke.

He moved his hands to caress my cheeks. His touch measured and softer than it had been in a while.

His callused finger slid across my cheek, adding, “ It’ll be hard work. But I promise you the fairytale ending you use to talk about even if I have to burn our reality down and create another from the ashes”

I raised my hands to caress his stubbled chin instead of speaking as I brutally pushed down hope that what he was saying would come to fruition. Only disappointment would come from believing his words.

“You believe me don’t you, Grace?” he asked as if he could see the doubt in my eyes.

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