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My words are rough, pained. “We can’t have that.”
Sliding my hand from her ass, I move it between her legs and slip a finger inside of her with ease, feeling the tight grip of her inner walls around it.
“I was thinking you could use something a bit bigger,” she rasps, wiggling her hips.
“That so?”
I push another two fingers inside. “Like that?”
She shakes her head. “Bigger.”
Fisting my cock, I stroke it slowly, utterly entranced by the want in her eyes as she watches me. Having someone look at you the way Gracie looks at me would excite anyone. But it does far more than just excite me. It tempts me to actually do something about it. And that’s not something I can afford to think about.
I tighten my fist and watch a bead of precum leak from the tip before collecting it with the pad of my thumb and releasing my cock. Gracie must realize what I plan on doing because she parts her lips and sticks her tongue out.
“Good girl,” I grunt. Reaching around her, I slide my thumb into her mouth and swallow hard when she sucks it clean. “That’s the only taste you get.”
“I won’t be getting anything until you stop talking and fuck me.”
I laugh lowly while wrapping an arm around her waist and hoisting her up. She reaches for me when I start to sink inside of her, whimpering once I bottom out.
“How’s that?” I pull out and grab her hips, slamming her back as I thrust back in.
“Good. So good,” she pants. Her head falls forward, her hair acting as a veil around her face. “I’m close already. Shit, like really close.”
With a newfound vigor, I pick up speed, hissing in pleasure as it spikes. The headboard slams into the wall, and I get an idea.
“Grab the headboard.”
She does, and I take advantage of the new angle, using it to hit the spot inside of her that hasn’t failed to set her off so far. At the same time, I move my hand between her legs and twirl my finger around her clit. She bucks against me, her grip on the headboard so tight her knuckles are white.
I bite back my growl when her sex starts to flutter around me, her walls contracting and squeezing me tight.
“That’s it, Gracie. Let me have it.”
Her head rears back as she comes. “Tyler,” she cries, the sound music to my ears.
My balls tighten, and as soon as she goes lax, I pull out and replace her pussy with my fist, stroking myself until I’m spraying thick ropes of cum on her lower back. Grunting, I splay my hand over it and smear it into her skin. It’s a caveman act. Something you do to mark your territory, and for some reason, that only encourages me.
I’m dragging it over her ass cheeks like fucking lotion when she looks at me over her shoulder and with deep pink cheeks asks, “What are you doing?”
“I don’t know,” I admit gruffly.
Gracie pushes back, and I’m forced to remove my hand when her back hits my chest. My heart lurches, beating hard and fast as she relaxes against me and loops an arm around my neck.
“Well, I liked it,” she whispers.
I freeze. Four words and the walls start to close in. Four simple, harmless words lacking anything but mild appreciation, and I’m clearing my throat and easing away from her.
“I need to wash my hands.”
She drops her hands to the mattress and flips onto her back. Her glare is nearly sharp enough to cut down the steel walls around me. Nearly.
“One of these days, your immediate regret every time we have sex is going to affect my mental health. You should work on not making it so obvious.”
I divert my eyes to the bathroom door. “It’s not regret.”
“No? Because it looks like it to me. This is the exact same thing you did yesterday before running off and not speaking to me until this morning.”
