Page 89 of Saving Grace

Desperate for more.

The machine picks up speed, vibrating. I thrust two fingers into her tight, hot core and she arches again. “Mackinlay... Oh. My god.”

Pre-cum leaks from the head of my cock. With every suckle, lick, and sweet sound Grace makes, I spiral higher and higher.

“I need to come, please.”

I lean back and retract my fingers. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes find mine. Mouth agape, breaths so choppy I imagine they’re useless. And we’ve barely started. I guess the drive home was foreplay done too well.

“Fuck me, Mack. Hard. Fast. Don’t hold back.”

I stand tall and lean over her with a growl. “Beg for it, Grace.”

Excitement flashes through her eyes. She shoves me backward with a hand and slides off the machine, onto her knees.

A second later, her hand is wrapped around my leaking cock. “Please, Mackinlay. Fuck me. Hard. Rough. Break me... Let me fall apart.”

My peripheral vision folds in, the lump in my throat having shut off all air supply. The pure trust in her eyes undoes me. She trembles where she kneels.

“Suck,” I bark. Needing her focus to be on something other than being submissive before I goddamn snap. Her soft, lush pink lips close over my aching cock instantly. I slap a hand to the machine. Every muscle in my legs coiled to hold me rooted to this spot. To not let my damn knees give away with the way she drives me insane in the best way possible.

She takes me in. All the way. Her eyes water and she pulls up, sucking and swirling her tongue over my engorged tip.

“Fuck . . .”

“Mhmmm.” The syllable vibrates along my cock. I grab up her hair, bundling it up to hold it in one fist. Her eyes flutter shut, and I groan as she increases the suction and slows the rhythm.

Sweet. Fuckin’. Jesus. Grace.

Her hand closes around my balls, a finger rubbing the line between them and my ass. My gut bottoms out. Heat tingles up my spine.

“Hell, Gracie. Stop.”

She releases me with a pop, my pre-cum smeared over her lips. Her mouth agape. I want nothing more than to see her pretty mouth dripping with my cum.

Not this time. This time, Grace gets what she wants.

I slam a hand around her throat and yank her to her feet. Her gaze burning into mine, she grabs her tits, pinching her nipple. How far this gorgeous girl has come. From being used as some fucker’s plaything and shut down, to so strong. So trusting, that rough is something she not only handles, but is loving. She’s come full circle.

An overwhelming, heart-wrenching realization hits me. Just how trusting she is of me. How comfortable we are with eachother. How comfortable she is here with me. It’s not only lust and adoration lying between us. It’s heartbreak. Recovery. Redemption. Friendship.

It’severything.

I give her neck a squeeze and back her into the wall. Smashing my mouth to hers, I take what’s mine. Whatever she is giving up. Tongues tangled, I swallow down every small, breathy moan she makes. They are like my fuel. My guideposts.

I slip a hand to her pussy, thumbing her clit over, and her moans turn to whimpers. I take those, too. I’d take anything this woman had to give me. The good, the bad. Anything. I slide two fingers into her center. Her legs tremble, her hips bucking as I curl them forward and find that spot that floods her with need.

Breaking away from the kiss, I remove my hand from her neck and slam it onto the wall. “Kitchen counter.”

I pull my fingers from her pussy and slide them into her mouth. She homes her gaze to mine as she sucks them clean, licking each finger and diving them back into her mouth, sucking hard. I grind against her. My hard to her soft.

I need to be inside her. Yesterday.

I pull her from the wall and lead her to the kitchen. Her thighs are wet with need. And when she leans over the counter and cants her ass for me, I lose the last of my restraint.

Hands gripping her hard and fast, I thrust into her sweet, wet pussy. Balls deep.

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