AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Nnngh…” Grant’s head dips back, teeth gritted. “Feels so fucking good.”
Now that the truth has been admitted, nothing is holding me back. Not even knowing how wrong this all is.
I’ve never been a good girl. I’ve always wanted to make things a little messy.
Suddenly, Grant wraps his hand around the back of my head and yanks my ear to his lips. “Let me fuck you like you deserve.”
Grant is a powerful man. A businessman. I know the type. My dad is one. I’ve dated a couple. They don’t like to waste their time when they know what they want.
And he’s made it clear. He wantsme.
Grant aggressively grabs the waistband of my shorts, undoing the button and zipper. He shoves them down and slips his hand around my ass cheeks, squeezing with need. I follow suit and furiously unbutton his thin shirt, each button revealing more of his broad, chiseled chest, sprinkled with salt and pepper hair.
Outside, the fireworks are growing stronger and faster. Popping has turned into booming, occasionally shaking the treehouse with force.
“What do you like, Harley?” Grant asks, pausing his actions. His words are careful, almost tender. “What do you want from me?”
I could melt right there. Young guys never ask questions. They never care what I want. They only care about how fast they can shove themselves inside me and finish the job.
Normally, I’d like him to go down on me, play with me,arouseme.
But this whole night, from the moment he arrived, has been foreplay.
“Grant…” I whisper in his ear. “I want you to show me what it is like to be fucked by aman.” I jerk my hips on him hard to emphasize. “I want you to use me.” Again. “I want you totake control.”
Before I can thrust again, Grant flips me onto my back, my head resting right before the trap door. He holds me down by the wrists, eyes blazing with an animalistic intensity, jaw jutting out. He looks like he might devour me.
And I’ll let him.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” he says. He takes one finger and slips it into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down with painful slowness. “Couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he whispers.
I feel his knuckle nudge against my clit and my hips buck reflexively.
Grant chuckles at my body’s response. “Wanted to touch you…taste you…” He lowers his face to my neck and breathes in deeply. “Smellyou.”
Goosebumps. All over my skin.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Harley.”
I slip my free hand in between us and cup his swollen length through his pants.
“Take it out,” he says gruffly.
As I undo his pants, Grant starts to trail kisses down my neck to my collarbone. The closer his lips get to my tits, the harder my nipples are getting. Before he can get there, though, I slip my hand into his briefs and feel his hot, throbbing cock with my bare hand.
“Oh mygod…” he sighs in pleasure.
I start to run my hand up and down his length and,my god,is it the textbook definition of length. And width. “Need you inside, Grant.”
“Guide me.”
The ultimate control. Asking me to do what he can do for himself. Giving me a power that I know he could immediately revoke.
Makes me even wetter.
Wordlessly, our hips gravitate together, me guiding his cock toward my wet center. As soon as the head dips between my folds, I lose all sense of time and place.
The world is only this treehouse and Grant. Anyone beyond it doesn’t matter. It’s just our bodies, slowly slipping together into oblivion.
