Page 64 of Yours to Catch


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“I’m making an exception for you.”

Her gaze seeks more honesty from me. “Just for tonight?”

“Just for tonight,” I confirm.

My fingers unfasten the button of her shorts. I peel the frayed cut-offs down her thighs and toss the denim over my shoulder like a nuisance meant to be thrown out. She’s quick to ditch her shirt, blindly adding the cotton bundle to the discard pile. The striptease is stalled by the stretchy layer that confines her natural form. My glare threatens to incinerate the nylon barrier that taunts me.

“Are you attached to this shapewear?” I pluck at the restrictive fabric flattening her softness.

“No—”

Whatever else she planned to say is drowned out by a distinct rip. A solid jerk shreds the insufferable garment in two. I smirk at the ruined scraps and a task completed with fluid efficiency. Her flawless skin is finally on display for me to admire.

Grace blinks in rapid succession. “Um, wow. That was really arousing.”

But my focus is latched onto her pussy that I unknowingly exposed. “No panties?”

She wiggles her bare hips. “I warned you that they’d melt off.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan.

“The Spanx serves multiple purposes.” Without prompting, she unclasps her bra and flings the black silk away.

Her breasts spill free. My attention is cleaved in two before I narrow in on her lush tits. Their size overflows my palms while I lightly pinch the stiff peaks. She whimpers and thrusts her chest at me, silently begging for more.

I dip my head to pull a pebbled tip between my teeth. Vanilla and reckless abandon invade my nostrils as I breathe her in. She moans when I gently bite down, then suck to numb the sting. I tweak her left nipple between my knuckles before switching sides to repeat the process.

Grace’s fingers spear into my hair, yanking at the roots. Heat floods me from that harsh treatment. A feverish need that wants to be satisfied immediately follows. I refuse to rush. At least not yet. My other palm roams over her supple flesh. She’s satin beneath my wandering touch. Every inch is mine to explore. Until pressure at the top of my head demands otherwise. If I’m not mistaken, she’s trying to shove me to my knees. Message received.

I pull away to openly stare for a moment. Her body seems to glow in the low lighting, which I realize has a rosy tint. The bulbs must be pink too. A smirk tilts my lips. It creates a dreamy atmosphere that I appreciate. Fantasy and reality merge onto the same screen. Especially with the view of Grace naked in front of me.

“Just gonna stand there or…?” Her teasing voice snaps me from the stupor.

I shake off the haze. “See? I’m suspended in a trance by your beauty.”

“Um, that’s super flattering, but I’m naked and you’re not.” She squirms under my blatant ogling.

My shirt and shorts hit the floor to level the field. “Better?”

“Holy shit,” she blurts. “You’re really hot.”

She giggles and slaps a palm over her mouth. I flex like a fool as she checks me out. Grace’s eyes widen when she glances at my tented boxers. A blush appears on her cheeks. I almost whip out my dick for further approval. Then her appraisal shifts to my abs. She crosses an arm over her waist and drops her gaze.

“Like what you see?”

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles. Her gaze doesn’t leave me as she absently backs toward the bed.

“Stop,” I command.

That erases the dazed expression. She quirks a brow. “Bossy much?”

“I want you to ride my face.”

Her exhale is a wheeze. “And how do you suggest I do that?”

I dive onto the bed, getting myself situated in the center. The mattress creaks like weary joints but I barely notice. Grace hovers near the edge, looking lost and uncertain.

“Come to me, my queen. I’ve built you a throne.” I wipe a palm over my mouth. “Take a seat.”

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