Page 22 of His Weekend Girl
His groan was the sexiest thing Trixie ever heard. It ripped out of him with such angst and want. “Grant…” Trixie scraped her fingernails down his back.
He moved slowly at first before he built a comfortable rhythm. Between moans, they passionately kissed; their tongues danced. He was so deep inside her love, balls deep as they slammed against her pussy with each stroke. Their fingers were tightly interlocked, not wanting to let each other go.
Grant held up one of Trixie’s legs and held it against his chest as he drove deeper inside her. Damn, she felt like heaven wrapped around his cock. Her pussy gripped him so warm and so tight, he felt he was going to lose himself at any time.
He opened his eyes and looked down at Trixie writhing beneath him. Ecstasy splashed across her face and she looked so damn beautiful. He wanted her to be louder. He wanted her to lose control. He also knew when they were finally alone at his home or hers, she would let go.
But for now, Grant was happy to finally get all of Trixie right now and every chance during the weekend. He didn’t want to think he loved her, but Grant didn’t want to let her go. Not anytime, and damn sure not on Monday.
“Grant…” Trixie panted. “…I’m about to come!”
“Come all over my dick, baby,” he taunted her. Trixie’s back arched as she loudly cried before she slammed back down on the carpet. “Good girl.” Grant moved faster before he met hisrelease, filling the condom with his come and collapsing on top of her.
They lay there for a few moments before Grant got up. He went to the bathroom to retrieve a wet towel to clean himself and Trixie off. He then helped her up from the floor. “Can you walk?” He asked.
“I’m not sure,” she replied.
“Not a problem,” he picked her up and laid Trixie on the bed. He soon joined her and they fell asleep, naked, without covers.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHARLOTTE LOOKED AROUND at the long breakfast table and wondered where the newest McGinnis couple was. It was a full meal – buttermilk waffles, fresh fruit, bacon, sausage, orange juice, and scrambled eggs. There were options for Greek yogurt, cereal, and oatmeal.
Yet, despite the fabulous spread, Charlotte noticed two people didn’t make it down. Could they have overslept?
It was unlike Grant to oversleep. He was a notorious early riser, often up before daybreak. He was sharp, punctual, and very exact on his schedule. There were very few hiccups and he always scheduled everything.
For him to miss breakfast at his parents’ home was just simply out of character. The Grant she knew would never do that. He may not have stayed for breakfast, but he always made sure he made an appearance.
“Excuse me,” Charlotte excused herself from the table, “I’m going to go check on Trixie and Grant. I’ll be right back!”
“I’m sure they’re fine!” Jack called out as he chewed his waffle. “They’re probably…busy.”
“Yes,” Sylvia read her morning meditation, “verybusy.”
“It’s rude they’re not here!” Charlotte addressed. “The couple should be here to partake in all of the family activities. It’s rather rude they’re not here. I’m going to go upstairs to check on them. I’ll be back soon!” She soon left the table.
Sylvia swiped on her screen. “Should we have told her?”
Jack sipped his orange juice. “No, I think it’s funnier she finds out this way.”
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Charlotte walked down the hall and made a beeline to Grant’s room. It was easy to find because it was the only room still closed. She was about to knock on it when she heard Trixie moaning. At first, Charlotte thought she might have been in pain. She sounded tremulous and said something that sounded likeI can’t, I can’t, I can’t.
She can’t what?Charlotte wondered.What can’t she do?
As Charlotte listened in more, there was obvious slapping. Was Grant abusing her? What the hell was going on in that room? Charlotte soon got her answer when she heard Grant’s voice. “I’m sure you can give me one more, baby. Just one more. Can you come for Daddy?”
Charlotte stood back and was aghast. They were…no, that wasn’t lovemaking. That wasn’t just having a quickie. They were...they were… “Fucking!” Charlotte hissed.
“Is there a problem, Ms. Charlotte?” Maria suddenly appeared and the younger woman jumped. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Ms. Charlotte!”
“No, I’m fine,” Charlotte cleared her throat, “I was wondering where Trixie and Grant were. They weren’t at breakfast this morning.”
“Mr. Grant told me not to interrupt them for breakfast so I didn’t,” Maria explained, “are there any problems?”
Charlotte looked back at the door. Oh, there was a problem, all right. “No. I’ll be on my way. Thank you, Maria.”
