Grace is a vision.
Her sandy blonde hair cascades over her shoulders and down her back. It’s full of volume and shines with an intensity I’ve never seen before. Her lips are coated in a cherry red that I want to take a bite of.
And her body.
Her fucking body is what has all the blood in mine rushing straight to my cock.
A mini black satin dress fits her like a second skin. It hugs each of her curves, showcasing the soft flesh of her toned legs and her ample breasts. It cinches the narrow of her waist and enhances the flare of her hips.
I let my eyes wander, roaming her body as if I was a tourist visiting as foreign land for the first time.
She’s the epitome of sex.
As my eyes travel down her legs I take in great pleasure the insanely high heels she has on that match her ensemble.
What I wouldn’t give to have those heels digging in my ass as I thrust inside her.
There’s a gentle sway to her luscious hips and her breasts bounce as she waltz towards me.
Spellbound by lust I can’t look away from her.
She stops just a few inches away from me and thanks to her heels she reaches the top of my chest.
Her tongue peaks out to lick her bottom lip and I envy it for having a taste.
Sky blue eyes look up at me with their pupils blown. “What do you think?” She breathes. Then she does a complete turn for me. Jutting out her ass as she shows me the backside of her dress.
My fucking god, she’s magnificent.
The open back of her dress barely stopping at her ass.
With the way that material is hugging her skin I can bet everything that I own she isn’t wearing a damn thing underneath.
Turning back around she arches a brow. “So?”
Swallowing due to my suddenly dry mouth I answer hoarsely, “You’re stunning.”
A slow smile graces her lips. A smile that says the cat has captured the canary. She places her hand on the exposed skin of my chest. My skin burns from her innocent touch. “I wanted us to match.”
“Why’s that?”
Taking a bold step closer she brings her other hand and snakes it around the back of my neck. Then pressing on the back of it she forces my head downwards. Raising herself up slightly, even though she’s in heels, her lips graze the shell of my ear as she says, “Because I want it to be known tonight that you’re mine.”
Holy fucking hell.
Subtly she presses the faintest of kisses on the lobe of my ear. I hiss as I feel the inexplicable need to haul her in my arms and ravage her. To finally claim her as mine and sink inside of her where I belong.
Before I can even think on acting on my animalistic urges she pulls away from me with a saccharine grin and eyes that twinkle with desire and trouble. “Now it’s up to you to decide when to make me yours.”
Everything inside of me is screaming at me to take her now. To haul her over my shoulder and slam her up against a wall. To ruin that damn dress and make her come all over my fingers and then my cock. I want to watch her come undone. I want to know just how well she can take me.
I want to ruin her for all other men.
And by the time that I’m done with her, by the time I’ve touched and kissed every inch of her skin and made her pussy well aquatinted with my cock, she won’t be able to move for a week. And when she does she’ll be reminded of me. Of how I perfectly stretched her pussy to the point where it ached and throbbed.
I’m burning with mad lust.
But I rein in the beast.
