“You flinched, in the car. And you didn’t answer me when I asked.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” she said though her lips trembled.
I placed my hands up on the wall behind her, bracketing her body between it and my own. “Then what are you?”
“I’m afraidforyou, you crazy son of a bitch!”
I frowned, and the tightening in my stomach muscles increased. My cock began to feel heavy as it strained to get closer to her entrance. I lowered my gaze and realized she still wore her electric blue scrubs. She must’ve come looking for me right after her shift ended.
Lowering my left hand to her left breast, I pinched her nipple through the material of her scrubs and bra. She let out a strained whimper.
“Y-You’re in trouble at w-work …”
I barely heard what she said. The time for talking was over. My mouth seized hers. I roughly bumped my hips against her body, letting her feel my hardness, how much I fucking wanted her right then. I pinched her nipple again, harder this time, and the painful, guttural, wanting moan she let out into my mouth made me rock hard in an instant.
Again, my mind went fuzzy, but this time instead of seeing red and anger, all I felt was need, a desperate need to remove the clothing separating us.
The pain in my hand and body subsided as I fought to pull Grace free from the scrubs that contained everything I wanted to see. I roughly yanked and tugged at the black bra she wore underneath her scrubs, freeing her body from its shackles. Before her bra could even hit the floor, I was undoing the drawstring of her pants and frantically pulling them down over her hips.
“J-Jacob!” she gasped when my free hand went to squeeze the globe of her ass.
“I can smell you,” I growled into her neck. She was just as turned on as I was.
Sinking to my knees, I pressed my face against the curly hairs of her mound, and inhaled deeply. She smelled like heaven. A forbidden oasis that somehow, someway I’d been invited into. I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity.
I still couldn’t remember everything that happened that day, but I knew it wasn’t good. Grace’s face, her cautionary words, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach told me the shit wasn’t good. But as I spread Grace’s thighs apart, lifting one of them over my left shoulder, and using the thumb and forefinger of my right hand to spread her pussy lips open to me, I didn’t give a damn about whatever had happened that day. All I cared about was lapping at Grace’s pussy.
The first swipe of my tongue had Grace’s head lolling backwards against the wall and her hips pushing outward to meet my tongue again. I wouldn’t let her down, as I went in for more. The taste and smell surrounding me encouraged my hunger, and it grew heavier and heavier. It was as if the more I consumed of her, the more my body craved her. There was no satiating me.
“Jacob!” she yelled after she came the first time.
But that was hardly a drop in the bucket for me. I needed more. I continued lapping at her pussy. Letting my tongue glide over and over her clitoris, seeking out more and more pleasure from her body. I ignored the ache in my cock that demanded I drive myself into her.
The mewls and screams coming from Grace’s mouth were enough to keep my hunger building. When she began trembling again before clenching her thighs, I felt her second orgasm rain down on my tongue. I feasted on her body as if there were no tomorrow.
I couldn’t even wait until the shivers from her second orgasm disappeared before I was lifting her by the knees, wrapping her legs around my hips and carrying her to my bedroom. I ignored the pain in my right hand that shot up my arm because my need for her was much stronger than the discomfort.
“Jacob, w-we should t-talk,” she tried to stumble out.
“Less talking, more fucking,” I grunted at the same time I dropped her on her back on my bed.
Grace hesitated, her right hand instinctively going to the right side of her chest, covering over her scars.
“Move your hand, Grace.” My voice sounded so dark, I barely recognized it.
She was still hesitant about her scars. The same ones that I adored on her.
“Move. Your. Hand.”
Slowly her hand fell away.
“Spread your legs,” I demanded as I stood over my bare bed with an equally naked Grace laying on top of it.
Her knees fell apart and her beautiful, brown pussy was bared to me.
I fisted my cock in my hand, not even remembering when I’d removed my own clothing.
“Open her to me. I want to see her.”
