Page 80 of Always Been Yours

With an exasperated huff I tighten my hold on his neck.

“Good girl.” His teeth nip my ear lobe. “I’m in control of your body right now, do you understand me?” I shakily nod. “Exactly like that, Genevieve. I want to fucking devour you but only if you allow me.”

That sounds like the most delightful form of torture.

I nod and pull his mouth to mine. Against his lips I plead, “Touch me. Please, Grady. Ineedto know what your fingers feel like inside me.”

He huskily grunts in affirmation and slips his hand into my shorts. His fingers stop at my clit on their descent.

When he makes a few swipes along the bundle of nerves, I cry out in bliss and agony.

“Just let me take care of you, baby.” I pull his mouth to the spot at the base of my neck, relishing in his kisses. “That’s all I need.”

Grady bites downharderas he pinches my clit. It hurts but only in the most delicious of ways. I’m still pulsing from it when he slipsa finger into me.

His deep groan is the perfect counterpart to my needy moan.

“You’re soaked, baby. I can’t believe this is all for me.” His finger moves in and out, falling into rhythm with my hips still rolling against him. “Have you touched yourself to the thought of me before?”

“Yes,” I admit in a breathy whisper. “Oh god, yes.”

I don’t bother to clarify that the first time I climaxed to the thought of him was years ago—junior year of high school when I saw teenage Grady without his shirt, saltwater dripping down his chest as he shook the excess out of his hair. It was the star of all of young Vivi’s wet dreams. And more than a few times his scruff and mouth between my legs have been on my mind in the last two and a half months.

“And how were those fantasies?” His voice is gravelly, but the smug tone is impossible to miss.

Whimpering, I try to pull myself together long enough to give him what he wants. Maybe whatheneeds. “Good but nothing compared to this,” I confess.

Grady must like my answer.

His control snaps further. With his finger driving inside me and thumb against my clit, his other hand palms my breasts. Hard and slow. Spending time on soothing the swollen bud after playing roughly with it.

Grady slips a second finger into me, and I lose control of my body.

All I know is that I feel full just from his hands and I still wantmore.

I pull his mouth to mine and demand entrance. He grants me what I want and matches me stroke for stroke, nip for nip. My hips begin to move more frantically, my ass bouncing on his thicklength, that I desperately wish I could get my hands on. Or my mouth.

The movement makes my breasts and belly jiggle. Grady pulls away from our kiss as his hand tightens on one of my breasts. His dark eyes slide along my torso, revealed at some point during all of this. I want to cover up or pull him back to my mouth, anything to get his eyes off the soft rolls. But he refuses.

When I try to pull him back to my mouth, his grip on me tightens to the point of near pain, never leaving that gray area of pleasurable. “I want to look at you.”

The lust in his eyes and his ragged breaths tell me everything I need to know. At that moment, I let all of my inhibitions truly go.

“Grady,” I whine.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, Genevieve. There are no words for it.” He begins to roll his hips, pressing his cock against me at the same pace his fingers fuck me. “Ethereal.Radiating.Still doesn’t do you justice.”

No one has ever used those words to describe me. Nothing even close to that sort of reverence has been spoken about me before.

And it’s just enough to bring me to the edge of my climax.

My moans and whimpers turn into silent screams as Grady does exactly what he said he would: he takes control of my body and gives me exactly what I need.

“That’s it, baby. This perfect pussy is squeezing my fingers so goddamn hard.” I’mright there,ready to come from his words alone. “Just imagine what it’s going to feel like when it’s my cock filling you.”

“Grady,” I plead, begging him to push me off the cliff.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me, faster, harder. His teeth and lips and tongue leave marks anywhere he can reach. His other hand tugs on my nipple.

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