His forearm flexes again, gripping the base of his cock tight. “You sure about that?”
“Yes.” The movement of my hips is out of time. I’m right there, so close to tipping over into an orgasm. “I need your cock so bad.”
“Yeah, baby?”
He’s breathing heavy now, pushing my hand away from my body. I whimper at the emptiness but only for a moment before the head of Grant’s cock is rubbing between my folds.
“Grant.” I whine. It’s so close; his cock only slipping half a centimeter in before he retracts it and spreads the mixture of us around instead. “Stop teasing.”
“I thought you said you liked being teased?”
I try to grab his cock myself, but he uses his right hand to pin both of mine above me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a good girl, Lily?”
Grant’s voice is stern, the way he likes to be when he’s trying to turn me on with his words. But I can hear the shake in them and I know he’s barely holding on, too.
“I am a good girl.” My eyes open to stare at him. His lips are parted, chest heaving to hold himself back. I roll my hips against his cock and chase the friction. “I’m your good girl, Grant. So please,stop teasing.”
Grant groans. His right hand keeps me held down, but his left guides his cock exactly where I need him.
He slows his way into me, pausing to catch his breath and look down where our bodies meet.
It’s slow and sensual and so good.
When Grant bottoms out, he releases my arms to kiss me hard on the lips. I moan into it while he pulls out and slams back in once, twice, ten times.
My hands grip onto the strong muscles of his shoulders, nails digging. I get lost in the feeling of him. Every hit of his cock deepinto my cervix sends another jolt of white-hot pleasure up my body.
“That’s my girl.” Grant groans into my ear when I lose control of my hips, moving back onto his cock and chasing my high. He twists my nipple and moves faster. “Take what you need from me, baby. Take it. It’s yours.”
He hits the spot in me that sends my back arching, eyes rolling up to see stars. “Oh my gosh, Grant.”
His fingers move between us, working me until my legs start to shake. “You can do it, baby. I want to see this perfect body come all over my cock. Do it.”
The pleasure shoots everywhere, euphoria taking a hold of me while my thighs vibrate uncontrollably. The orgasm is too powerful to handle. I come with Grant’s name echoing off the walls of his room and my thighs squeezing impossibly hard around his hips.
He pumps me through it until the wave wears off. When he pulls out, cock still hard and needy, I flip us. For once, Grant is laying flustered and sweaty on the bed, and it’s me who gets to lean down and make him moan with my tongue.
I take his length in my mouth, let him tangle his fingers into my hair, and relish in everything he says to me.
“Fuck, that’s so good.”
“You’re so beautiful like this.”
“Good girls like it deep down their throats, right?”
“Are you gonna let me come in your mouth, baby?”
I swallow everything he gives me and commit his orgasm to memory.
An hour later, after Grant cleans us up in the bathroom and gives me a beige sweater of his to wear, he holds me under the covers of his comforter. And when the time for the pillow talk he loves comes around, Grant moves a piece of hair behind my ear, leaving a featherlight kiss across my brow.
“I’m so lucky I have you.”
I sigh contently and kiss his palm.
“Me, too.”
