I smirked. I was going to make her eat those words.
It took moments to pull out the condom from my pocket and roll it on. Then, grabbing her hip, I nudged my cock forward to her slick entrance. Once I was lined up, I entered her in one long thrust until I was fully hilted inside her. My hips were flush against her ass.
She let out another heavy groan of appreciation. One that was cut off when I circled my hips, making her feel all my girth.
“Chris...”
I could not get enough of her gasping my name. I increased the force of my thrusts, pounding her hard and fast.
The slap of skin against skin was mixed in with her cries. She was getting loud now, and I loved to hear her. It let me know when I was doing something right.
She let out a hoarse cry when my dick hit herthere. Her body clenching around me was the only warning I got before she came, crying out loud and high.
It hadn’t taken long, and I was almost there myself. I didn’t let up for a moment. Gripping her hips with both hands, I held her in place as I chased my own pleasure.
Orgasm hit, and I closed my eyes, back arching in pure bliss as I spilled inside her.
We slumped together like that, catching our breaths.
“You sure you want to go to work?” I teased, climbing off of her and stroking her ass as I removed the condom.
“Stop tempting me,” she complained, perching up on her elbows, her tits pressed enticingly into the mattress. “And don’t look at me like that! I need to shower!”
* * *
I smirked to myself,going to my own room. I flushed the condom then took my own shower, wishing Grace was there to join me.
“Do not,” she warned when I walked her to the front door, my hand on her back.
“Don’t what?” I joked. “Make you aching and soaking wet?”
“Yes,” she hissed. I pressed a chaste kiss to her nose.
“I’ll be here when you get back, ready and waiting to provide stress relief.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, looked up at me, then pulled me down for a hard kiss. I groaned as she ran her hands over my bare chest.
“Put on a shirt,” she said then slipped out of the door.
I smirked to myself as I pulled out some of the leftovers Grace had brought back and heated them up.
As I waited for the microwave to do its thing, I started having second thoughts. Maybe it was a bad idea to keep having sex with Grace. Was I promising something I wasn’t going to deliver? Or maybe my mother and Addison were right, that Grace was playing some sort of long game. My father’s warnings also played in my head, the steady soundtrack to my life. Grace could be trying to trap me. I mentally went over our night last night. We had used a condom, right? I had flushed the one this morning.
Feeling sick, I raced to her bedroom. Her grandmother was there with a pair of kitchen tongs.
“Looking for this?” she asked, holding up a used condom.
“Er…yes. I’ll flush that.”
“Flush it!” her grandmother said. She wagged the tongs at me. “That is not going to work.”
“Of course it is!” I insisted, trying to grab the condom from her.
“You might as well just throw it in the trash,” she railed. “You might as well just hang it outside your big ol’ tower with a sign—free paycheck for the next eighteen-plus years, or in your case, thirty if the baby trap gets the same lawyer your mama hired.”
“Yes, Mrs. Fulton, that’s why I flush it.”
“Call me Gran,” she insisted. “Because I’m about to learn you something.”
