Page 69 of The Dis-Graced
I look down and marvel at his massive member so close to breaching me.
“Are we good to go?” he asks with an arched brow.
I reach down, grab his cock, and with my free leg, bid him into me.
He enters, and I cry out from the sheer enormity of his size.
“Are you okay?” he rasps.
I nod my head, and he pushes in further.
It doesn’t take me long until I’m at the cusp of another orgasm. Drake is a machine, pumping in and out, my pussy pulsing around his member.
“God, you come so easily,” Drake says with delight as my passion unleashes again.
I grip his shoulder, arching my back against the wall as I release a guttural groan.
Drake pumps into me harder, deeper. “Yes, that’s so sexy,” he whispers. “Come for me.”
When my body finally calms, I whisper back, “Only for you.”
The words excite him, and he unleashes savage strokes, growling as he draws closer.
It’s like a dream, one you don’t want to wake up from. He fucks me hard, urgent pleasure mingling with sweet pain, and I feel myself drawing closer yet again.
“I love your cunt, Gracey. God—it’s so fucking perfect.”
My brain is jelly, so focused on my pussy’s frantic pulsing I can barely register his words.
God, it’s too much—
“Grace,” he cries out as my body peaks with pleasure, and we come, staring into each other’s eyes, lost to the world.
Drake collapses onto me, satisfied and exhausted.
I’ve never been taken so passionately before, with such urgency. Frank had always been a considerate lover, never quite so animalistic. Drake, on the other hand, has left me sore, an ache that I find myself coveting.
Water is still coming down from the shower head, splashing against Drake’s back, drumming a nice rhythm. His head is resting on my thighs, and he’s heaving heavy breaths. All my problems seem so far away,
I run my fingers through Drake’s hair. “He won,” I say.
Drake looks up at me with a cocked brow. “Pardon?”
“ALAN won.” I chuckle. “He totally wanted this.”
“Oh, yeah. The micro-movements and biological drive to reproduce thing.”
My brow furrows. “Wait, what? How would you know that?”
“Shit…listen, Gracey, I have something to tell you…”
Chapter 22
Drake
I walk into one of the Heartshire’s many buildings, eager to get whatever shitshow Zevran has in store for me over with.
I’m well aware of the history of Dallanger Corporation, and there’s no way we cheated the Heartshires in any way. I was up early this morning studying our books and found only one occurrence of property exchanging hands between us, and my family got the short end of the stick.
