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“I’ve never been so fascinated with making a woman come as I am with you.How do you like it, Grace?”
She rolls her eyes as she looks away from me.
“Don’t do that, Angel. I’m being serious. All I want is to pleasure you. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”
“Cash, I’m not like that…” She sighs in frustration. “I’m sure other women—”
I stop her by holding up my hand. “I don’t care about other women. I want to watch you come. I want your excitement to drip down my face. I want you to lose control…or take control…whatever it is that you like, you tell me.”
Grace’s eyes lift and I know what she needs.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I say, lying down next to her. “Do me a favor; sit on my face.”
Grace’s head whips in my direction in shock.
“Please,” I beg.
She rolls her eyes again, but she lets the towel go. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she grumbles.
My fucking smile grows as she sits up and positions herself over me. I press warm open-mouthed kisses against her inner thigh and feel her body shudder as she begins to relax into my touch. Then I slide my tongue across her pubic bone, lightly teasing her, and instinct appears to take over as she lowers herself and actually sits down on my face.
“Fuck, yes, Angel, that’s what I’m talking about.” I inhale her, pressing my mouth against her wetness and blowing my warm breath against her, making her buck up in surprise. “Now, grab the headboard and don’t let go.”
I push her legs a little bit farther apart so that she’s all I can taste and then I get to work. She tastes like fucking sin. Like candy that’s been stolen. Sweeter and more delicious because she held back. Something I never thought I’d have.
And yet, within seconds, she’s riding me, unable to stop herself from taking control. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. As soon as she starts moaning my name and pulsing, I pull her down and kiss her so she can experience just how good she tastes.
Like the good girl I knew she was, she moans as she licks my tongue. “Oh, Whiskey, I need to feel you inside me,” she begs.
I don’t need to be told twice. I need to be inside of her more than my next breath. After sliding on a condom, I position her above me and give her the control again. “Ride me, beautiful. Ride my cock just like you rode my face.”
Grace’s eyes light up, but she stares at me nervously. “You’re really big, Cash.”
I groan watching her stare down at me. “You can take it, baby. Just go nice and slow. I want to watch that pretty pussy swallow me inch by inch.”
She bites her lip and I almost fucking lose it as she lifts herself over me and sinks down slowly, crying out as I stretch her. It feels like heaven. Like I’m home. My eyes meet hers and I’m about to convey what I’m thinking—that I’m losing my damn mind from just being inside her—when she starts to move. She leans against my chest and lifts herself up and then slams back down, laughing when I grunt.
“Oh, that’s how you want to play this,” I tease, lifting my hips up to meet her thrusts. We both chase our orgasms, pushing deeper until she takes over completely by bouncing too much for me to fight it. She just feels too damn good. I’m still holding on to some semblance of control, but I lose it all when she shifts back and drops her hand down to her clit, rubbing circles as her pussy grips my cock tighter.
The sight of her, twerking her hips as her tits bounce heavily and her mouth falls open as she cries out my name, is my undoing.
She doesn’t stop even as I pulse inside her, groaning and cursing. She continues taking everything she wants, all the pleasure hers and mine, until I’m practically crying from how her pussy throbs around me.
“Holy fuck,” I pant as Grace collapses on top of me. “Holy fuck!”
She laughs through her own panting. “Yeah…”
“No, Grace, what the hell was that?”
She smiles shyly up at me. “Was it okay?”
Running my hands through my hair I grunt. “Okay? Okay? That was fucking incredible…that was…Fuck, Grace, what the fuck!”
I’m destroyed. Ruined. That wasn’t just the best sex I’ve ever had because I like this woman. It was the best sex period. The way she owned me. Took what she wanted. Watching her fucking lose whatever baggage she had and take control of her own pleasure…I’m speechless. And I also can’t shut the fuck up about it. I know I have to gain control of this situation. I’m not a fucking teenager who just lost his virginity, I’m fucking Cassius James. I don’t get emotional over sex.
When she whispers, “It was good for me too, Cash,” looking up at me and pressing a kiss against my chin, I know I’m a goner.
We spend the night in bed, refusing to leave even for dinner.After another round of sex which is slower and still fucking fantastic, I rub circles on her back while we cuddle.
