Page 42 of Peaches

“More,” he pants, as his hand pulls tighter on my hair and his mouth nibbles sharply at my neck all while his fingers perfectly assault my center. In and out.

Smooth. Fast. Fluid.

Like he drives his fucking car.

“Don’t stop,Daddy,” I pant, shocking myself again as his fingers curl further inside me and he forces them in and out of my slick heat quicker, faster, harder than before.

“Good girl,” he whispers, just as he presses against my nub and my world quickly goes black. My screams echo off the walls as I crash over the edge faster than I ever have before and fall into something I was trying so hard not to let myself submit to.

“Fuck, Grace,” he groans next to me. “Your damn pussy is so tight.” His words cause another shot of pleasure to rip through my body and I grab onto his arms as I ride it out. “The best damn cunt I’ve ever fucking felt.” He bites my neck and I feel myself tighten harder around his fingers as my climax tears through me. “Wet. Warm. Fucking soaking, and smelling so damn good, I can almost taste it.”

My high slowly fades as I rock my hips against his palm. He lets me as his sharp, shallow breaths echo in my ears rhythmically and bring me down. We both groan as he pulls his fingers from inside my core and holds them up between us. My cum coats them all the way down to the center of his palm. His eyes catch mine and I watch as he brings them to his face and breathes them in, his eyes closing and a delicious grin spreading across his face.

“So sweet, better than fucking candy,” he groans.

Slowly, he opens his eyes and offers his hand to me. I hesitate, and he notices. Time stretches in my post climax haze and finally he says, “I can’t taste you, Grace, because fuck, I’ll never want to stop.”

Looking back at his hand between us my brow furrows confused.

“I’m walking athin linebetween us, Peaches,” he groans, as I look down and see how hard he is and what breaking this small piece of our wall has done to him. “This was not part of the arrangement.” My heart sinks because he’s right. He’s so unfortunately right. But at this moment, I don’t give two shits about the arrangement. All I care about is… “Fuck, I took it anyways,” he confesses in a way that sounds painful. “But I can’t take more. Not if you’re not willing…”

“Brett, I think I was more than…”

“It will never be enough!” he grates out as my eyes snap back up to his and I watch nervously as he closes them once more in distress. I watch as he tries to level out his breathing. As he wars with himself just like I was fighting myself minutes ago.

When it looks as if he may have succeeded, he lifts his gaze to meet mine again and whispers, “You’re not mine to keep, Grace. Not like this. If I let myself taste you, it’ll break me. You consume me already. Letting myself have more will only make me obsessed. Please, Grace.Please.”

We’re both trying so hard to keep up our wall, to keep this infatuation professional, but I know, even ifhedoesn’t, that the longer we stay together the harder it will be to ever think we’re anything but short-lived. Anything but an arrangement. A convenience. An infatuation.

With my eyes locked on his own, my face lowers and I suck myself off his fingers. He moans in pleasure as his nostrils flare and my mouth wraps around his thick digits, tasting myself and the ecstasy he just gave me. He watches me, passionately, both our senses fully heightened as I lick every last drop off his hand. He groans when I stop, an end we both weren’t ready to meet.

Pushing off the bed, he stalks towards the bathroom and I sink back against the mattress trying to wrap my brain around what just happened here.

“Fuck it,” he says, lifting his hand to his face and breathing in my scent again as he heads for the shower. “I’m using this hand to jack off with. When you hear me scream, know it’s your cum on my hand driving me to my end, Peaches. Obsessions be damned!” The door slams and I jump.

Fuck me!

Brett Beckett is theonealright.

Theoneto ruin me, theoneto piece me back together, theoneto make me do things I never thought I would all in the name ofself-gratifyingpleasure, and then theoneto walk away, denying us both something we’ll never find in anyone else and ruining me in the process.

TheoneI’ve somehow formed a once in a lifetime connection with.

A connection we never anticipated when we agreed to this, I have got to admit, heaven-sent arrangement.

This is far more than any infatuation.

In reality, it’s something we’re both smart to be running from, if we know what’s good for us.

Why?

Because fast intense infatuations typically make you crash and burn when you fan the flames. And if he feels anything for me, like I’m suddenly realizing I feel for him, we’re both starting to care too much to let ourselves ruin one another in the process.

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Grace

Two weeks!

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