Tilting my head back my nose glides along his. My mouth is so close to touching his but not quite. "If you're going to let me in," I start, my voice a seductive purr, "then you must call me Grace."
His mouth twitches to a small smile. One side of his lips turning upwards. Amusement lights his eyes. His hands underneath of my thighs move higher to where they're positioned right below my ass.
I'm starting to think he's an ass man.
"I thought Grace was for friends and family only."
I raise a brow. "Do you not want to be my friend?"
"No," he breathes.
My fingers creep up the back of his neck and tug on his short kept hair. His eyes flash with desire. A reflection of my own.
My lips brush against his as I ask, "Then what do you want to be?"
He doesn't answer me. Not that I expect him to. After all, Oak is a man of action rather than words. And I expect no different when it comes to me.
As we wait in the silence together I'm beginning to think that maybe he'll do nothing at all.But then he closes the distance and his lips capture mine.
Gracie Mae
There's nothing gentle of how Oak's lips capture mine. His lips aren't soft, they're demanding. And there's no coaxing of his tongue to seek entry, he just invites himself inside with a hard kiss that's so fueled with passion and desire that it makes my blood run like molten lava.
He dominates my mouth and I submit to him so easily. I let him devour me. I let his tongue lead the dance with mine and for his teeth to clash against my own. My body zaps with electricity when his hands cup my ass before they slip under my thighs to hike me up higher against him.
I moan into his mouth as he groans into mine. Both of us swallowing each other's cries of pleasure as our kiss fuels our burning desire.
It's not nearly enough.
One taste of him and I understand why people can become addicted.
I want to taste every inch of his skin. I want to see just how far I can take his cock in my mouth. I want to know what it's like to feel his tongue laving up my pussy and circling around my clit. I want to know what it's finally like to have him inside me.
And then after it's all done, after I know, I'll want to do it all over again.
I don't even realize we are moving until my back slams against a wall. His hand cradles the back of my head so that it doesn't feel the impact. But with my back pressed against the wall and my legs wrapped around him like a vine I can feel his erection pressed deliciously up against my aching and wet pussy. And as he leans in, pressing himself against me more, I can't help but moan.
He swallows my cries with a deep bruising kiss. And I know once he's done with me my lips will be puffy and sore, but I'll never once complain.
His hot breath fans my face as he tears his lips away from mine. I incline my head and apply pressure on the back of his neck to bring his lips back to mine but he doesn't budge. Instead he thrusts his hips, and my god, it feels fucking incredible, even through our clothing.
With eyes that are on fire and a voice that is drenched in sex he says hotly, "You don't know how many times I've imagined kissing your lips. Or how many times I've jacked off to the thought of silencing that sassy mouth of yours with my cock."
Oh my motherfucking god.
My heart jackhammers as my panties become absolutely soaked. I feel as if my skin is on fire and his dirty talk is only adding fuel to the flame.
His eyes gleam as a smirk graces his lips. "You like that don't you, baby? You want my cock in your mouth? You think you can handle it?"
My hips, having a mind of their own, gyrate against his erection and he bites back a moan as his eyes close.
And suddenly I want that.
I want his cock in my mouth.
And I've never wanted to do that with a man before.
Yeah, I've given blowjobs but it was never for my pleasure. I never once got off on the thrill of it.
