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Suddenly, food is the last thing on my mind. I’m desperate for him.
“Need you now,” he rasps, echoing my thoughts.
“I need you too,” I whimper, clutching at his shoulders as he scoops me up and carries me toward the sofa.
He sets me on my feet, and I lift my arms so he can remove my T-shirt. I’m not wearing a bra, and he groans as he sees my naked breasts.
I gasp when he ducks his head, and his hot tongue immediately lashes at my pebbled nipples. I’m on fire for him and don’t want to waste time. As he sucks and teases my sensitive breasts, I unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his hips and immediately delving inside his boxers. A rough groan tears from his throat as I wrap my hand around his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispers, pulsing hot and hard in my hand.
I run my thumb over the slippery head of his cock, making him jolt. “Does that feel good?”
He licks his lips, taking my hands from his cock as he promises, “I’ll show you how good it feels.”
We make light work of our remaining clothes, and I gasp as he pushes me down onto the rug, though we’re right next to the sofa. I look up at him with wide eyes as he kneels and flips me over so I’m on all fours in front of him.
Looking over my shoulder, I lick my suddenly dry lips, finding the position curiously erotic. I squeeze my thighs together, more than ready for him.
Fletcher’s eyes shift over me and pause on my back. His expression changes as he brushes my long hair to the side.
His jaw ticks as he looks at the three puckered marks on my back, more mementoes from my father when he decided to use me as an ashtray. Fletch wouldn’t have seen them in the dim room last night, and as they’re on my back, I do my best to forget they’re there.
He traces one, his touch gentle as he traces the dent. I look at him over my shoulder, wondering what he’s thinking. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his sudden tension.
Tears well in my eyes when he leans forward and kisses the scars, brushing his lips over my flesh like I did with his leg last night. I know what those kisses mean. Acceptance. Comfort. Compassion. Understanding.
“Fletch,” I choke.
I know I’m in love with him. Before my beautiful warrior came along, I didn’t know the first thing about love. And now it feels like we’re healing each other one kiss, one touch, one heartbeat at a time.
“Oh,” I breathe when his hand brushes underneath me and finds my swollen clit.
He strokes between my thighs until I’m rocking against his hand, my breasts swaying under me.
“Fletch,” I whisper, looking over my shoulder at him. “Please!”
He growls and positions his throbbing cock at my entrance. Frantically, I rock my hips back, and he slides inside a few inches. His hiss fills the room.
Then his hands anchor my hips, gripping them so I can’t move. With one powerful thrust, he pushes all the way inside me and holds there. My head lolls, my mouth drops open, and my eyes flutter shut. I’m still new to this, so there’s a brief pinch of pain, but it quickly fades.
“You feel so good, Grace. So fucking good,” he growls. “This cunt is made for me.”
With these words, he pulls out before slamming his hips into me again.
“Ah!” I cry out. “Oh yes, Fletch!”
He doesn’t stop, pounding, thrusting, and grinding into my pussy until the wicked sounds of our fucking fill the room. Until everything falls away. Until it’s only him and me.Us.
His rough grunts reach my ears, and my fingers curl into the plush rug beneath me, my breasts bobbing forcefully with every teeth-chattering thrust.
Just when I’m hanging on the edge of an orgasm, Fletcher’s hand wraps around my throat. I gasp in surprise as he pulls me up until we’re both kneeling, and he pounds into me from behind.
Impossibly, his cock seems to slide even deeper. My back meets his hard chest as his hand circles my neck. His other hand steals between my legs and presses against my aching clit, rolling it maddeningly between his fingers.
He turns my neck so he can kiss me, and I swallow the growl that rumbles from his throat. He pinches my clit, and I fall over the edge into heated bliss. My orgasm is violent, arching my spine and making my entire body spasm.
Fletcher feels me tightening and throbbing around his cock. “Look at me while you come, Grace,” he orders with a guttural grunt.
