Grace (The ‘Hello’ series)

22. Chapter 22

twenty-two

Grace

D aniel kisses me hungrily, savagely, as if all I’ve done by pleasing him is work him up into a frenzy. He lifts me into his arms and rolls me so I’m under him on the couch. He grabs my dress and pulls it off me in one solid move.

I pant as I stare up at him, nearly naked, more vulnerable than I’ve ever been. I almost cover my breasts, but his hands beat me there. He cups my breasts in his big hands, making me self-conscious.

“I know that I’m—”

“Perfect,” he breathes, lowering his mouth to lick over one nipple before sucking. His eyes stay focused on me entirely, and I moan under his intense gaze.

He keeps switching between my breasts, licking, sucking, even grazing his teeth over my nipples until I’m shaking and panting. I’ve never felt this overwhelmed just from having my breasts played with, but Bash never really did that. He squeezed my breasts a little, then wanted to get right to business.

Daniel lavishes me with attention, licking, sucking, and then his hand jerks down my panties. I lift my hips, but he only drags my panties down to my knees before slipping his hand between my thighs to remind me exactly how good he is with his fingers.

I whimper and squirm, rolling my hips to meet his fingers. My head falls back, but Daniel releases my nipple with a Pop . “Keep your eyes on me, darling. I want you to remember how I make you feel.”

“Yes, sir,” I rasp.

“You’re already so wet for me too. I think you’re ready for my cock. Do you want it?”

I swallow as nerves rush under my skin, my heart racing in my chest as I nod.

He groans and claims my lips with his as he tears my underwear off. It’s like he doesn’t have the patience to save them, not when I’m so close to being naked. He frees his hand from between my legs and brings his fingers to his mouth. His eyes stare into mine as he sucks his fingers clean.

My cheeks feel a bright red. “Daniel, I…” I pant as he grinds his hips against me, his cock moving between my soaked pussy lips.

He leans down toward me. “Taste yourself on me, Grace. Let me show you how good you taste.”

I nod, and his lips fall on mine as my hands stroke over his broad shoulders. Daniel spreads my legs around his hips as he grinds against me.

His tip presses against my entrance, and a whimper breaks our kiss. He pushes further, and my body tenses.

“You can take it, darling,” Daniel whispers, drawing my eyes back to his. “Breathe, Grace. Let me in.”

A shaky breath falls and his fingers trail low, teasing my clit until my hips buck up and take another inch of his cock.

“Good girl, take more,” he groans, and as my hips buck up, his thrust down. My fingers claw at his shoulders as my pussy stretches around his cock.

“You’re going to take every inch just like the good girl you are, Grace. You deserve my cock. You’ve worked so hard to have it,” Daniel whispers, his fingers teasing me as my pussy trembles around him.

“Just a little more, darling,” he murmurs and glides deeper. His cock nudges against that sweet spot inside me, forcing a moan to break free.

“Perfect,” he groans and pulls back.

“Look at me, Grace,” he says as his hips still along with his touches.

“Fucking perfection,” he says as our eyes meet again.

“Only for you,” I whisper, and a smile spreads on his lips.

“Only for me.”

He moves slowly, sliding his cock in and out as his gaze is fixed on me. The burn, the sting slowly fades as he fills me so perfectly.

My hips move with his and my hands wander lower, tightening around his lower back as my moans fill the room. The couch squeaks, probably scratching the wooden floor as Daniel’s pace increases, faster, deeper.

It feels like he’s splitting me in half in the best way. He’s stretching me, filling me, giving me everything I’m sure sex is supposed to be. My back arches, and Daniel focuses his mouth on my breasts. He doesn’t leave any part of me untouched as he grinds deep inside me, making my pussy his.

“You’re my good girl, my darling, mine, Grace,” he snarls against my throat as he grabs my ass, tilting my hips and slamming into me again.

“Yes!” I cry as he pounds into me, harder, faster, his low, throaty growls and praise sinking into me until my toes curl against his back.

“Talk to me, Grace,” he orders as he meets my eyes. “Tell me what you feel.”

“Don’t stop!” I yell, trying to pull him closer to me. “Never stop! More. Oh, Daniel, I just want more! You feel so… ooh!” He starts to rub my clit again, and I’m sure I’m going to lose my mind. “Daniel!”

“This is exactly what you deserve, do you hear me?”

I can’t speak. I can’t think. There’s only Daniel. Every sound we make, the way he praises my body, my mind, me, it breaks everything in me. I don’t know if we have sex for hours or minutes, but it’s so intense, so wild that my abs hurt, my thighs keep quivering, and when I come, I soak him and the couch.

The release is so intense that every noise other than my thundering heart is drowned out.

“Grace!” Daniel snarls just before he jerks out and comes all over my belly and my breasts. He lets out low, feral growls as he strokes his cock, spurting his cum over my body, gripping his cock as he trembles. “Fucking… such a good girl.”

He’s panting, his hair messy, his slacks hanging loosely above his knees as he holds himself up by his hand on the wall.

My body won’t stop shaking from its release, and all I want is to crawl against him, if he lets me.

He leans back, and dropping his hand to my stomach, his fingers swirl through his cum as his eyes flick up to me.

“Open your mouth,” he says, and I don’t even question it as my pussy clenches at the sound of his order.

Gently, he pops his fingers between my lips and I suck slightly, tasting his salty cum tickle over my tongue.

“Just like that, darling,” he whispers and takes another bit of cum for me to taste. “Does it taste good?”

I nod with his fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them as he pulls back.

“Good girl,” he says.

My heart swells at his praise and my pussy pulses. His words, his touch, are all I need, and I’m sure I’ll never grow tired of them.

He sighs as he peeks at the mess he made, and his brows draw together. “We have to get cleaned up.”

A smile tugs on the corner of my lips as I dare to speak my mind. “You don’t want me to?”

Something dark flashes in his eyes. “No, darling. I like you like this, perfect but messed up by me.”

He leans closer, crawling over my body until his lips are inches away from mine.

“Who would have thought, my tiny red goddess would look even better covered in my cum and her own?”

My lips part at his words, and he thrusts his tongue inside, kissing me with such a claim that I shiver under him.

My arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close, and so do my legs. My wet pussy nudges angst his half-hard cock, and a groan rumbles in his chest.

A sharp, repeating blare comes from the kitchen and the scent of burned lasagna prickles my nose. And yet, we both laugh as our lips unlock.

“I’ll get some salad for us,” Daniel says and peels himself away from me, tucking his cock behind his boxers and closing his slacks before he’s off to the kitchen.

My smile won’t drop, not as I pull on my dress over my cum stained body, not when I see the stain I left on the couch. Not even when I think about my fucking my ex’s dad.

Because I don’t care about any of it.

Not when he makes me feel like this.

This wanted, this… loved.