“You want me to fuck your mouth?” I nodded. “It’s going to be rough.”
“I can take it,” I rasped, feeling my arousal between my thighs as I shifted my legs together. There was no way I was going to be able to hold off on the whole sex thing for much longer. If I didn’t fold right now, then I would by the end of the day. Conversations, be damned. There was only so much a woman could take, and I was at my limit.
Grady sat up quickly, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. “I love you,” he said, crawling off the bed.
“I love you, too,” I assured him. “Now, do your worst.”
Taking my hand, he helped me off the bed and dropped to my knees. I had to sit up straight, but it was the perfect height for him to have his way with me. With trembling hands, he gathered my hair and wrapped it around his fist, jerking my head back just a touch. “Tap my leg if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his tip. “I trust you.”
Something about those words set him off. It was as though he needed additional reassurance, to know I wasn’t doing this because I thought he wanted it or because it would please him. I was doing this because I truly wanted to. Because, after fighting him for so long, I finally trusted him not to hurt my body or my heart.
With a fistful of hair in one hand, he guided his cock to my lips with the other. I opened my mouth and laid my tongue flat, eagerly putting myself on display for him.
And then his restraint broke.
Gone was the timid man who’d been worried about hurtingme. In his place was someone ruled by the desire to give me exactly what he wanted, exactly what I asked for. His mouth fell open on a groan as he surged forward, letting his cock hit the back of my throat.
I wasn’t a pro at giving head, and my gag reflex wasn’t great, so I coughed and spluttered at first, but recovered quickly. Grady, to his credit, wasn’t nearly as aggressive as I imagined he could be. He was still rough, though, forcing me to take every powerful thrust of his hips as though he wasn’t choking me.
“Goddamn, bluebird,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Look at you being such a good fucking girl for me. You like it when I fuck your face?” I nodded as he pressed me down on his dick until my nose hit the flat expanse of his lower abdomen.
I gasped for air as he ripped me off his length, watching through tear-filled eyes as he started stroking himself to completion. Before he could come, I surged forward, capturing the end of his dick with my mouth. I hummed around him as the first spurt of his release hit my tongue. He let out a deep growl, looking in awe as I took every drop. The flavor wasn’t great, and honestly, part of me wanted to gag a little bit, but the idea and act of what we were doing, the way he was claiming me, marking me, had me sitting still like the good girl he’d called me.
It appealed to some basic, biological part of me. The one that told me this man was marking me as his, and I reveled in it.
When he finished, he smiled, grabbing the trash can next to his nightstand. “You can spit it out, bluebird. I’m not gonna make you swallow.”
Oh, thank god.
I leaned forward, barely having time to spit it out before he pulled me up and kissed me. I wanted to protest, to tell him I still had the taste of him on my tongue, but why did it matter? If I could kiss him after he’d tongue fucked me into oblivion, why couldn’t the same be said of him?
“Good morning to you, too, by the way,” he murmured, running his nose along my own.
It turnedout waking Grady up with a blow job came with more than just the satisfaction of a job well done. He was all too happy to return the favor, making me come with his fingers and his tongue until I could barely move. And then he let me watch as he pleasured himself and spilled his release in his hand. I’d tried to do it myself, but I was told I had to keep my hands to myself and stay far away so he didn’t get hard again two seconds after he came.
Honestly, the way that man was obsessed with me should probably be studied, but I damn sure wasn’t going to complain. When you spend your life running from the demons in your head, it’s a relief to find the person who puts them to rest. They would come back, they always did, but I wasn’t as worried with Grady at my side.
Thankfully, we were freshly showered and in the kitchen by the time Charlie wandered out of her bedroom. She walked to Grady, still half asleep, and he picked her up without question. He peppered her cheek with kisses, sending her into a fit of giggles that nearly had me melting into a puddle at their feet.
Grady’s love for his daughter was one of the first things I’d noticed when he came back into my life. It was strange to see him as a father. It would take me a while to come to terms with it. Seeing how good he was with her, how much he doted on her, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was content with only having one kid, or if he wanted more. What if he did? Would it change things between us?
“Miss Cleo, are we gonna make cookies today?” Charlie asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I offered her a smile. “Of course. I told you we would, didn’t I? I’m not backing out now.”
Charlie cheered. “Yay! Cookies for breakfast!”
“Now hold on,” Grady said, laughing. “You gotta eat some actual food before you go ruining your dinner with a belly full of cookies.”
“But—”
Charlie began to pout, but Grady placed his finger over her lips. “No buts. Eggs and bacon first.”
At the mention of bacon, she perked right up. “Oh, I could eat some bacon,” she said, nodding.
“Yeah, I figured so,” he said, setting her down on the ground. “But you have to eat your eggs, too.”
