Page 32 of For the Love of Skating
My hand has a mind of its own as it travels back into my panties, and his eyes follow that movement which helps me become bolder. Under his gaze, I spread my legs wider and move my underwear to the side so he can watch. He brings his fist up to his mouth and bites it while watching me stroke two fingers between my lower lips before sliding them inside with a scandalous moan. He flicks his eyes up with a lopsided, heated smile before reaching over his head and dragging his shirt off. My eyes travel over his body that is sculpted to perfection. Rippling biceps, tight abdominal muscles that flex under my gaze, and a perfect Adonis belt that leads down to a straining big cock confined in jeans. It looks painful.
“Spread your legs further apart and unhook your bra,” he says slowly, to see if I’ll back out. It looks like he’s struggling to hold back, but he stares at me with pure lust in his eyes. “Tell me to leave, Princess. If you don’t, I’m going to make sure you come so fucking hard.”
Those words alone have me quickly unsnapping my bra and pulling down the straps until I’m bare before him. My nipples pebble into hardened points under his dark green eyes, and they’re begging to be touched by only him. Always him.
“I’m not going to touch you, but I’ll still give you everything you need.” My breath stops because that’s exactly what I needed to hear from him.
“Take your cock out and stroke yourself,” I say in a husky voice that makes his cock jerk in his pants. I hardly recognize the woman saying this, but damn if I don’t want it.
He groans deep in his throat and is unbuttoning his pants while pulling down the zipper under my watchful gaze. I suck in my breath when he shoves his pants down and his whole, big length springs forward. His long, hard, thick cock pulses with a slight jump when I pant at the sight of him, and as I stare, a drop of pre-cum leaks from his tip. His urgency has my fingers speeding up, wishing it was his fingers, but I can’t complain. Watching him grab his cock in his big hand has me in a daze. Up and down, he slowly strokes himself, twisting his wrist with each big stroke.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. Show me how wet you are for me, Princess,” He commands, and never would I have thought being told what to do would turn me on this much.
Passion and violence go in separate directions, and I’m seeing the side of dominance that doesn’t leave me suffering but craving a demand that gives me pleasure. Following his orders, I slip my fingers out of my pussy and hold them up for him to see just how wet he makes me. Should I be embarrassed? Probably, but he doesn’t make me ashamed of my body. In fact, I think he’s craving a taste by the way he licks his lip before biting it.
“Do you want a taste? I’ll give you this one free pass to touch only my fingers.” He leans forward before I’m even finished talking, wrapping his wide lips around my fingers and sucking them clean, all the while staring into my eyes.
“Fucking delicious, just like honey. Put your fingers back where they belong and fuck yourself. Imagine it’s my cock filling you up as you squeeze me with that tight, hot pussy,” he breathes out, stroking himself faster while I pump my fingers in and out to match his fast pace.
My head rolls back on my shoulders, my eyes starting to close from the intense pleasure, and I’m so close to coming, but I need that little push to fall over the edge.
“Look at me,” he says, and when I do, his abs are flexing as his cock starts to twitch in his palm the faster and harder he strokes. “What were you thinking just before I came in here?”
My skin turns a light pink under his gaze, and his signature cocky smirk stretches across his face, as if he can read my thoughts.
“You're very bossy in the bedroom, you know that? But for some crazy reason, I love that. I was thinking of you…spanking me.” His lips part at my confession, the excitement and heated desire obvious in his eyes.
My fingers speed up to match the strokes of his cock while my hips lift off the bed as my legs spread even wider so he can see everything he’s doing to me. He steps closer between my legs until his knuckles are skimming me with every long stroke.
“Oh, Princess, I’m going to spank you after you come, and I’m going to mark this fine as fuck pussy with my cum. Come for me right now,” he whispers in a bossy tone, and the thought of him doing just that sends me right over the edge.
My legs spasm with my orgasm as I grind the heel of my palm against my clit to prolong the feeling, and my back shoots off the mattress from the ecstasy coursing through me.
“Move your hand right the fuck now,” Granger growls out, his fist a blur over his long length, and I could watch him like this all the time.
His expression is one of bliss, open, and in intense pleasure just as he starts to come. His one hand braces on the bed beside my hip while the other moves rapidly over his pulsing cock. He coats my pussy in thick ropes of cum with a loud groan escaping his panting lips as his muscular chest heaves up and down with a slight shine of sweat. He’s perfect, and it makes me realize without even trying that it’s okay to let go and not be afraid to come out of your shell.
He picks up his discarded t-shirt and wipes me clean before collapsing to his knees between my thighs, his forehead resting on my stomach. I’m in a blissed daze, can hardly believe that just happened, and loving every second of it. As I run my hand through his hair, he lifts his head to look at me with a lopsided smile.
“Did I give you everything you wanted?” he asks cockily, but there’s a little bit of vulnerability in his green eyes that melts my heart.
“Wasn’t expecting that, but it was everything, Captain.” I tease him with the nickname, and he lets out a playful growl before taking me by surprise.
He stands quickly with an arched brow and flips me over onto my stomach as I let out a yelp. His palm connects with my ass cheek a hot second later, the smack echoing and blending in with my panting breath. That felt good…really good, and I think I want another. He spins me back around caveman style, doing as he pleases with my body, but you don’t hear me complaining because that’s hot and sexy as hell. I love that he has this body full of muscles and strength, but can be very gentle with me right when I need it.
“I make good on my promises,” he says with a full smile, his white teeth showing, and I think he should smile more often. It shows the crinkles in the corner of his eyes and brings a sexy dimple to his cheek.
Looking up at him and seeing him happy makes my stomach flutter, and I’ve never felt this way before. That was amazing and perfect in its own way, not touching, yet feeling sexy in his eyes means the world to me, but I’m not sure what to do now.
“Where do we go from here? I’ve never, I mean, what is this?” I’m confusing myself, but he just takes it in a stride by wrapping a bicep around my waist and pulling me up the bed with him.
“It’s just us being together and having you wrapped around me. Just be here with me, Kat,” he whispers into my neck, tugging me closer to him until my leg is draped over his hip and he’s wrapping both of his strong arms around me.
“Right here, right now?” I question with a small amount of doubt in my voice, but I realize how safe and protected he makes me feel.
“Yes,” he mumbles sleepy, giving me a small squeeze.
“Okay, I can do that. Oh by the way, good game tonight.” His chest vibrates under my ear as he chuckles, and it instantly makes me smile.
Granger has changed my life and become my rock, but what am I to him?
