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Grace inched closer and pulled at the top of my jeans. “There’s only one thing clinging tonight. Want me to say what it is?”
“You better say it’s your pussy against my cock,” I growled.
Grace bit her bottom lip and groaned. “That’s some dirty talk right there. I like it.”
I curled my lip and slid my hands to the middle of her back.
My left hand dipped down to the sweet, small curve of her lower back. My right hand twisted the clasp of her bra, popping it open.
Grace lowered her arms to her sides and let me slide her bra down her arms.
I tossed it toward the end of the bed and growled at the marvelous sight before me.
“I know,” Grace whispered.
“You know what?” I asked, catching myself slightly grinning.
“They’re nice, right?”
I know I had just met Grace a few hours ago, but she seemed to find a way to surprise me with each little twist and turn of our soon to be one-night stand.
“They’re amazing, sweetie,” I said.
I cupped my hands under her perfect tits and swiped my thumbs over her taut nipples. Perfectly knotted pink nubs, leaving my tongue tingling once again.
“By morning…” I said, moving my eyes back to her eyes.
“Of course,” she said. “I know the game, Maverick. I’m better at playing it than you are.”
“Is that so?” I asked, my hands moving over her tits even more.
“I spotted you first tonight,” she said. “This huge, hunky guy trying to look tough. Yet I could see right through it. That it bothers you what happened with your ex.”
“Well, then my plan worked,” I said. “I played that card perfectly, Grace. I attracted you. You fell for it.”
“Sure thing,” she said with a grin.
I slid my right hand down the front of her body and into the front of her panties.
Smooth skin led to even more smooth skin.
I growled deep in my throat as I followed the natural curve of her body.
My fingertips then nestled between her legs.
Her warmth and wetness greeted me, as did the slow sigh Grace exhaled as she shut her eyes and let her head fall back.
I inched forward and brushed my lips to her neck.
I curled my middle finger and flicked it against her eager clit.
Grace’s hips thrust forward as she groaned.
Her hands dove into the front of my jeans, finding thick, hard skin.
We didn’t need to talk anymore.
Ourone-night-languagewas now reduced to moans, groans, sighs, and cries of pleasure.
