I grab my T-shirt and tear it over my head one-handed, tossing it in a crumpled ball on the floor. She grabs my bare chest, her fingers slipping against my sweaty skin, and then trails her fingernails down to my abdomen.
“I can feel you getting tighter,” I moan, pushing even deeper inside of her.
Her pussy lips flutter around my manhood, the walls of her sex pulsing with each entrance.
“Come for me, Grace. Come all over my rock-hard cock.”
Her lips twist and she claws more firmly, wrapping her hands around my hips and pulling on me in time with my rhythmic thrusts. I lean down and use my mouth to tug her tank top around her breasts, biting and pulling.
When her breasts spill free, I grab them and push them together, hunching over to suck on one pert nipple and then the other. She smooths her hands up my back, clutching onto the ridged surface as I pump harder, deeper, closer.
“Fuck, bad boy,” she moans. “I’m—so—”
“Come on my cock,” I moan in her ear. “Come hard, Grace. I can’t fucking take it anymore.”
“I am, I am!” she cries, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me toward her. I feel all the muscles in her legs twitching in her famished lust. “Oh, fuck.”
I feel her pussy getting ultra-tight around my cock, gripping like a fist of fire as I push into her sweet spot, that pleasure center that makes her whole body tremble like an earthquake is tearing through her.
She moves her hands up my back, over my neck and around the back of my head, and finally to my face. She tilts my head so that our gazes lock.
“Come for me, Harry,” she moans, grinding her hips up and down, working the length of me like a woman possessed. “Now, playboy.Now.”
I let out a primal roar as liquid lava burns up my shaft, finding her lips and kissing her passionately as the conflagration engulfs what feels like my entire lower half.
Finally, I let out a panting breath, resting my mouth against her forehead as both of us lie here, goddamn spent with our pleasure.
I lean back, my manhood sliding free from her, and then palm the condom and toss it into the waste basket.
She leans up on her elbow, one feisty eyebrow arched.
“Well, so much for my whole don’t-screw-the-CEO thing, right?” She hops up, reaching for her shorts. “Not that I’m saying I regret it …”
“No,” I say, moving close to her, not even bothering with clothes.
I’ve been naked in front of her countless times before. Sure, that was years ago. But after what we just did, years don’t seem that long.
“In fact, let me tell you something, Grace.”
“Hmm?” she says, fiddling with her shorts.
“If you try and put those on, there’s going to be hell to pay.”
“Youcan’tbe serious.”
I grab the shorts from her hand, causing both of us to laugh, playful in our desire like we used to be.
“I’m deadly serious, Nancy Drew. Now come here.”
