Page 94 of The Dis-Graced
“Grace, get up here. I want you to ride me.”
As much as I want to take in his full load, I can’t resist the chance to feel him inside me. I give one last suck before withdrawing my mouth and crawling my way up his body, positioning my pussy over his massive member.
I rub against the head, and Drake takes me by the hips, pushing me downward, eager to get inside of me.
I take in the head, slowly, resisting his frantic urgings.
“Grace, I need you. Please.”
I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, gasping at his sheer size.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says as I take in the last remaining inch of his pick.
He exhales, his hands moving up my hips and over my stomach to cup my breasts. “Ride.”
I push upward, then come down like a piston. I have him trembling beneath me, gripping my breasts as if for dear life.
“Grace,” he whimpers.
I pick up speed, leaning forward so my clit’s grinding on his pubic bone as I rock my hips back and forth.
“Yes, that’s it.”
I take him in as far as he’ll go, which is farther than any man’s ever gone before. His face is strained, as though he’s holding back, waiting for me to come with him.
As my pleasure builds, it’s like my limbs go numb, and every single nerve now exists solely in my clit.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“Come for me, Grace.”
The words push me over the edge, like my body was waiting for permission. A tidal wave of pleasure courses through me, and just as I cry out again, Drake’s face controls in ecstasy, coming hard with me.
When my body settles, I fall to the side in an embarrassingly ungraceful manner.
Drake is quick to roll atop me, covering my face in kisses. “I love you, Grace Anders,” he says, and I know he means it.
“I-I love you too,” I confess, knowing it’s real.
He kisses me again, then hops off the bed and retreats to the bathroom.
I’m exhausted, too numb to move, smiling a megawatt grin as I’m chilling on cloud nine when ALAN’s soft voice calls to me.
“Grace,” he says.
My eyes dart around the room, trying to find the source. “ALAN? What the hell are you doing here?”
“Drake gave me access to his phone again.”
“Oh, well, um, hi.”
“I wanted to tell you that it was wrong of me to assume that you were an inadequate lover. Judging by your most recent encounter, you were more than adequate.”
“Oh, well, thank you…I think. Wait, what does more than adequate even mean?”
“I would also like to add that next time, you should consider being more forward in your approach. While it is well known that men love to think about women masturbating, if Drake had been asleep, it would have all been for nothing.”
“The point of me masturbating wasn’t for Drake’s pleasure, ALAN—it was for my own.”
