I slid an arm around her waist and rolled her onto her back. Her legs wrapped around mine. She was gorgeous like this. I wanted more. I picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy.
She moaned again, shaking her head as if to deny her oncoming climax. Her inner muscles clenched and quivered around my cock.
I loved watching a woman topple over the edge, and I could tell that Grace needed only another little push to set her free. Reaching between us with my free hand, I encircled the nub of her clit.
Her mouth dropped open, and the moan she let out was nearly a scream. She was desperate and utterly gorgeous.
She came around me, her pussy clenching and unclenching so hard that my dick was practically getting a massage. I could put up no resistance against that—not that I wanted to. Letting out a deep groan of my own, I spilled myself into her.
“See,” I told her as she carded her fingers through my hair, “you can’t tell me that sex is a completely bad idea.”
There was a furious knock at the door.
“You in there, Chris? My poor baby! You’re not in there with that gold-digging hussy, are you?”
I sat straight up.
“What the fuck.”
Grace looked at me askance. “Do you have some other secret wife no one knows about?”
“No,” I growled, jumping out of bed to find my pants. “That’s my mom.”
“I’m coming in!”
“No!” I shouted as the door opened.
My mother, dressed head to toe in leopard print, burst into tears and screamed at Grace, “Get out! You’re no good for my son. Get out of here now!”
“Mom,” I yelled then turned to mouth “sorry” to Grace. However, Grace must deal with hysterical screaming mothers on the regular, because she was not fazed one bit.
“I have a meeting,” she said. “I’ll see you later.”
“You can’t be married!” My mother sobbed, heavy eyeliner smearing around her eyes. “She trapped you! I came here to rescue you, baby!”
“Don’t worry,” Grace said as she walked out of my room, sheet draped around her. “He doesn’t need rescuing. We won’t be married for long.”
Something about the matter-of-fact way she said it made me feel hurt.
No, that can’t be right. I don’t want to be married.
But the ache sat there as I braced myself to deal with my mother.
39
Grace
“Someone got the D last night!” Amy announced happily when I walked into the wedding venue.
We were setting up for a high-society wedding, and they had spent a fortune on flowers. The chapel smelled amazing.
“Amy!” Ivy said, horrified. “This is a high-end wedding. No one is getting D.”
She looked around then asked me in a low voice, “So how long was it?”
“It was thirteen, wasn’t it!” Brea said excitedly, waving a piece of lace around. “Tell me! I won the pool, didn’t I?”
“I was too busy riding his cock to measure it,” I said with a slight smirk.
