First one to beg loses, and for the last week, she’s been on a hell of a streak. I guess this is her way of evening the score.
“Grace,” I growl as I jerk my hips up, slamming deeper inside her.
She lets out a gasp, so I do it again, and then again as I move my hand up to her throat and squeeze, hoping that will entice her to pick up the pace, to let me finish like I’ve been wanting to do since she got naked and straddled my lap.
She drops her head back as I fuck into her. Then, finally, she bounces a little faster, those sinful hips of hers grinding to this perfect tempo, once again pulling me towards that ledge. I clamp my hand down harder around her throat and move her sweat-soaked body the way I want it to move. Harder, faster, skin on my skin.
I’m almost there. She is too, if her moans are any indication. Her pupils blown wide, breath ragged, her pulse battering wildly against my thumb. But that little smirk is back. The one that tells me she’s not about to put me out of my misery.
A low warning rumbles in my throat, but she stills anyway, laughing.
“I asked if you needed something from me,” she says, nipping at my ear. She pushes up onto her knees, the walls of her pussy squeezing down on my dick as she almost completely unsheathes me. Hovering there. Waiting for me to concede while the tip of my cock sits inside her.
I’m going to fucking die.
Grace Donovan is going to kill me.
I let out another one of those long breaths. “You think I can’t tell how close you are? How bad you fucking need it? You’re punishing yourself, Grace. Do us both a favour and end this.”
“You can end this whenever you want. All you have to do is say it. One word”—she starts her slow, torturous descent back down—“and you’ll be dripping out of me. Don’t you want that?”
God. More than anything. But do I want to lose?
Another slow up and down, more of that squeezing, of that little smirk I can’t wipe off her face tonight.
Yeah. I’m okay with losing. Arms wrapped around her, relishing every quake of her body as she comes on my cock, filling her up. Those beautiful fucking sounds she makes when she’s saying my name.
Wrapped up in Gracie.
It’s a good way to lose.
“You win,” I say finally.
“I won an hour ago, Decker. You and I both know it. So say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”
She starts again. Hips undulating to another slow, steady, agonizing beat. Eyes on mine as she waits.
I groan, gripping her ass tighter.
“Say it,” she says again.
“Please,” I say, voice cracking. I don’t know how much more I can take. “For the love of God, please.”
Her laugh is low and husky, imbued with the same desire that’s thrashing through my veins, making my skin tingle, my muscles tense, my dick throb with the need for release.
A release I don’t get until I say it.Please.This is what I’ve become. Someone who fucking begs. And honestly, I can’t think of a single man in this world who’d fault me for it. Having a girl like Gracie naked and on top of me? Yeah, there’s not much I wouldn’t beg for.
Satisfied with her win, she pulls me closer, and this time when I grip her ass, moving her the way I want, there’s no stopping, no little smirk warning me she’s about to slow, no more teasing. Based on her urgency, the change in rhythm, I’d say Grace needs to come just as badly as I do.
I move my hips with her, rocking them forward, meeting her thrusts, steady strokes pounding into her as I finally take whatI’ve been craving since she crawled into my bed shortly after midnight.
“God, Linc,” she moans.
Her eyes close and her mouth opens as her climax crests, the muscles of her perfect wet pussy squeezing my dick. It’s a hell of a fucking thing. The way her face contorts, her body shakes. I could do this every fucking day.
I wrap my arm around her waist, slamming her down harder. Finally, that shake rips through my body. My balls pull up, and a steady thrum of pleasure builds in my stomach. Then I’m erupting inside her.
“Fuck,” I grunt out as her body goes limp. I grab her ass cheeks, bouncing her up and down as I finish, filling her up with every last fucking drop of me.
