The party isin full swing by the time we arrive.
Grace starts to fidget when she sees the location. It’s a historical French château with security crawling everywhere. I remember that she doesn't like houses like these. They remind her too much of her childhood home.
"I'm sorry," she says, glancing over at me. "I don't think I can do it. I can’t come to the party.”
"How about we sit inside the car for a few minutes before you make a decision?” I ask.
"Really?" she says.
“We can listen to your favorite song if you like,” I say, pulling into the parking lot.
“Okay,” she says.
She starts gnawing on her bottom lip, nervously staring at all of the security like they're going to snatch her away and take her back to her mother.
I play one of the songs she had on repeat yesterday—"Cruel Summer" by Taylor Swift.
She smiles at me and squeezes my hand. "Thank you."
She's sitting right next to me, but it's too far away. I lift her from her seat and adjust her so she’s sitting on my lap.
"Dante, people are outside," she says, even as she squeezes her thighs around me.
"I thought you liked that." I tug her even closer. God help me, I can't get enough of this woman. I bury my face in her hair.
She relaxes when I nuzzle her neck, melting into me like taffy.
"Listen to me," I say. "You're a strong woman, Grace. Even after all that you went through, you're sweeter than a cupcake. Iknow you think you're in danger every time you see a house like this, but believe me, you have nothing to fear. Not anymore."
Her favorite song swirls around us as she lets my words sink in. And finally, she nods.
"You'll hold my hand the whole time?" she asks.
And it’s in this moment that I know I'm hopelessly in love with this girl.
"Always," I promise her.
"Okay, let's go then,” she says. "We're already late."
She tries to get off me, but pauses when she feels my hard length lined up with her slit. She braces her hands on my shoulders as I grab her ass, pulling her cheeks apart just to wedge myself between them.
“I thought men had a limit for how many times they…you know…”
“A limit for what?” I tease.
“Well,this.” She rocks her hips over my cock, teasing me back.
“I get turned on just by looking into your eyes, sweetness,” I say, wrapping my hand around her throat. I’m so tempted to take her again, but I know I need to be patient. It’s only been a few hours since she lost her virginity.
But everything inside me is desperate for more contact.
"Give Daddy a kiss," I say.
She presses her soft lips to mine, leaving hints of caramel all over my tongue. Like always, she melts into me.
I kiss her until our hearts seem to beat as one.
When I pull away, she whines in soft protest.
