“I want your thick cockinside me.”
He grinned. “Why didn’t you say so?”
In the next moment, his fingers were gone. I barely had time to mourn the loss—I was too busy shedding myself of the last of my pants.
Chris produced a condom from somewhere. Then he rolled me over so that we switched positions. My legs wrapped around his waist. He entered me in one smooth glide.
My eyes rolled up in my head.So good. I hiked my ankle as far up his back as I could and let him take me.
His long, thick cock found that delicious spot in no time, hitting it over and over as he pounded in me. His hands fell over my tits, rubbing and kneading the flesh there. I pulled him closer, rocking my hips up in time with him.
Almost... a touch to the left... a little deeper. There. Oh God, there.
I cried out, moaning as ecstasy rolled up in me in waves. I came hard, crashing down again and feeling the pleasure of his dick working inside me the whole time.
Chris followed soon after, bowing his head as he groaned. His hands tightened on my tits, drawing out the pleasure.
Finally, he slowed to a stop. After a moment, Chris curled around me while my breathing slowed. I felt something stir in my chest.
It’s all that pasta you ate, I scolded myself as I drifted off.You absolutely don’t care for Chris. You can’t; you’re divorcing him.
42
Chris
Waking up next to Grace was heaven.
I snuggled her to me, running my hand over her stomach then up to caress her breasts. She moaned slightly, wiggling back against me, her bare ass rubbing against my cock.
“Wake up,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to fuck you for breakfast.”
She grabbed the hand that was trailing lower and lower.
“I need to go to the office,” she said.
“It’s Sunday.”
“I don’t have anything done. I’m behind on editing, and you are a huge distraction.”
“Me?” I kissed her neck, pressing my hard length against her.
“Yes, you.” She turned to press a kiss on my mouth. I deepened the kiss, claiming her with my tongue.
“I cannot stay in bed with you all day,” she said, trying to wiggle out from under me, but all it did was make me harder.
“How about one for the road. I’ll make it quick.” I pressed a kiss to her neck. “And hard and dirty.”
“I—” Her half-hearted protest turned into a moan as I rolled her over onto her front and dipped my fingers in her pussy.
Grace was already wet for me. Of course she was. Her tight little tunnel was so slick that I felt my dick give a twitch in interest.
“Okay,” she breathed. “You might convince me. Make it good.”
“Make it good,” I grumbled. “I am going to make you scream.”
This angle made it easy for me to plunge my fingers all the way inside her. She yelped as I hit her sweet spot, and then moaned when I stroked her clit.
Grace looked over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with lust. “You going to fuck me, or are you going to keep playing around?”
