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The first time my cock is inside Grace, it will be with her fully conscious and admitting that she wants it. There will be no dubious consent.
Still, I am a man, and I can't help but unbutton my pants to allow my cock to spring free. The heavy length falls into my waiting hands, and I begin to stroke in time with Grace’s little whimpers and moans.
Her skin is flushed as I stare down at her. I wonder if she's going to cream her little panties right here in front of me. The thought causes a jet of precum to shoot from my tip. My god, I’ve never been this full before, never had the need to cum like this.
She's groaning and whimpering, and I'm grunting and moaning like a bear in mating season, but I can't help it. Her eyes finally flutter open. She looks up at me dazedly. She gasps as she awakens fully. Her eyes pop open wide when she sees what I'm doing. Fuck, I can't stop now, though. There's no way. If anything, seeing her pretty green eyes watching me as I jerk myself off only gets me hotter.
“Massimo…” she says my name again in that breathy, lust-filled voice, her eyes pinned on my dick.
That's all it takes to send me spiraling over the edge. I feel my release bubbling up from my balls. Her eyes widen as she watches me shoot thick, sticky ropes up into the air. Her mouth falls open in shock, and that only makes me come harder as I imagine what it would be like to slide my cock between her waiting lips.
“Grace,” I groan out as I rub out the last of my nut for her eyes only. I continue stroking my jerking length until I’m completely spent. When I finish, Grace is still staring up at me with those wide eyes. She licks her lips in a nervous habit she has, but it sends fire rushing straight to my loins. My half-hard cock hardens again.
Her eyes flicked back down to the appendage between my legs and widen when she sees me getting hard again.
She whispers my name again, and I clench my jaw, fighting against the urge to pounce on her here and now. I want to thrust my cock so deep inside her they'll never be room for another man.
“Go to sleep, Gracie,” I tell her instead, my voice rough, “before I lose all control and make your dream come true.”
Her face colors as she realizes I know what she was dreaming about. She hurries to roll over in the bed, presenting her back to me and pulling the covers clean up to her chin, confirming what I already knew, though the disappointment still bites at me. She’s not ready to admit she wants me, and I won’t take her until she is.
I bend down close to her to inhale her sweet scent once again before I leave. I see her body tremble at my nearness, and I whisper near her ear, “You don't have to dream about us, tesoro. All you need to do is ask, and I will give you anything you desire. The next time you call out my name in your dreams, you might wake up to more than a spurting cock over you.”
I hear her shocked intake of breath, and my cock begins to leak again. With a suppressed groan, I straighten and force myself to leave the room before I go ahead and make good on my words and take her here and now.
CHAPTER SIX
Grace
“Why did you take me?”
“Because I wanted you.” He states it simply, as that as if it's that simple. He sees something he wants, and he takes it, and maybe it is that simple for him because here I am. He wanted me and he took me.
I push my food around on my plate. We're sitting in his dining room together as if we’re a normal couple enjoying breakfast together. Of course, Massimo didn’t cook all this food. He has chef-prepared meals delivered to his home every week, and he simply heats them up.
I will say that the food is fresh, though. It's not frozen stuff, and it tastes as if it was prepared just minutes ago by a gourmet chef. I guess that's one perk of having enough money to buy anything you want. You get convenience and quality.
I poke at the eggs on my plate. I feel Massimo’s eyes on me, though I won't look at him.
“Are you not hungry, tesoro?”
I don't answer him. I just continue to fluff the eggs on my plate.
“You need to eat.” His tone is stern and full of disapproval.
Still, I don't answer him.
“Grace,” he growls my name in warning, and I finally look up at him.
“When are you going to let me go?”
His jaw hardens, but he holds my gaze steady as he answers frankly, “Never.”
My heart falls.
I stare at him.
He stares back at me.
