“He called me out on it,” I laugh. “He was mad at me for hurting Thomas, but that's about all he could do. Even at that young age, I knew far too many of his secrets.”
“But you never knew about his club,” she reminds me.
“Maybe my actions that night proved to him where my opinion on shit like that lies,” I admit, and she takes hold of my hand and squeezes it sympathetically.
“You're nothing like them.” That pitiful smile is back on her pretty face.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not bad, Gracie.” I smile back at her sadly as I continue to drive us home.
GRACE
“Miss.” Kerry bows her head to greet me as we walk through reception, and I head straight for the stairs, kicking my heels off at the bottom and picking them up from the floor.
“Where are you going?” Jack asks.
“To get out of this ridiculous dress.” I continue making my way towards my room.
“Not so fast.” Taking my hand, he drags me back towards him. “I was hoping I’d get to fuck you in it first.” He makes me scream when he unexpectedly scoops me up in his arms and starts carrying me down the hall. Seeing that his mood has lifted since our conversation in the car pleases me.
“Jack.” I give him a look that reminds him we’re not alone. The house is full of staff, God knows what they must think of us.
“Kerry, you can take the rest of the day off; in fact, you can tell everyone to go home.”
“Everyone, even Mary?” Her eyes widen in shock.
“Everyone. I’m sure I can manage to cook for my wife tonight without burning the house down,” he calls out over his shoulder as he kicks open the doors to the library.
“You're blushing, Gracie Ravenshaw.” He teases me as he puts me down in one of the armchairs by the fire.
“Are you surprised? She totally knows what we’re doing in here.”
“I like the way you look when you're flustered.” He bites his lip. “Lift that pretty dress up so I can see that sexy, baby bump you got from me,” he orders, and knowing how much it gets him off, I tease him. Slowly dragging the fabric over the ridge of my bump to gather it under my tits.
“I swear, you’ve grown since yesterday.” He rests on his knees between my legs and places his hands on either side of me. “Has my boy been wriggling around today?” he asks, pressing kisses all over my belly and looking up at me as he smiles.
“Plenty,” I assure him, feeling my core start to throb with need. These past few weeks, my tits have started aching for a different reason; there's no greater feeling than him sucking them while his cock’s buried deep inside me.
“Look at you, getting all desperate.” His kisses trail down, teasing my lower stomach and making me mewl like a needy cat.
“Desperation looks almost as good on you as jealousy does.” He looks up my body and raises his eyebrow cockily.
“I wasn’t jea?—”
“Shhhh.” His finger presses over my lips. “Don’t try to hide it, it was cute.” How is it possible that I, Grace Blackwood, am turned on by his patronising? “You like being mine, having me all to yourself.” He stands up and unbuckles his belt, taking out his cock and letting it hang right in front of my face, hard and heavy – making the throb inside me that little bit harder to bear.
“You love having my baby growing snug inside you, moving around and reminding you that you belong to me.” He strokes my belly as a reminder.
“Show me how grateful you are that I gave you this pretty little tummy.” He glances down at his cock, and when my hand reaches out to touch it, he laughs and shakes his head.
“No, Gracie girl, show me with your mouth.” Reaching for my hair, he guides me so the thick head of his cock is just centimetres from my lips. “Take me in your mouth and fuck me like a good girl. Show me how much you like being full of me.” I don’t know how he manages to make his voice so deep and soothing, or how he makes me so eager to please him.
I look up at him through my lashes and watch him weaken as I engulf him with my mouth, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, despite his size and the fact that he makes me gag.
“Fuck, Gracie, your mouth almost feels as good as your pussy,” he tells me, gripping my hair a little tighter as I suck him hard and cup his balls in my hand.
“You're so fucking hot.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine as my mouth bobs on and off his cock, filling with saliva and soaking him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you really are grateful. Such a good, pregnant girl for me.” He strokes the side of my face so tenderly as he fucks my mouth. “You're going to make me come.” He wipes away the saliva that drips from my lips with his thumb. “You want me to come in this hot, little mouth so you can taste me again?”
