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Once she was finished with one leg, she moved on to the other. That leg didn’t pain him like his left one did, so his mind was much more aware of her touch. Especially as she inched higher toward the top of his thighs. The closer she got to his groin, the more his cock began to sit up and take notice.
Grace noticed, too. She grazed her fingers along the inside of his thigh and his cock jerked in response. He’d already come twice tonight, but apparently a certain part of his anatomy hadn’t gotten the message.
She lifted her hand then lowered it before meeting his gaze. “May I, Sir?”
The part of him that was still riddled with guilt about taking pleasure from her screamed at him that he should refuse—that he should thank her for the massage and order her back to bed—but there was something in her eyes that told him this was what she wanted. As usual, he couldn’t tell her no. He nodded his agreement.
Instead of touching him right away, she reached for the lotion again. After coating her hands, she gripped his length. Her slick hands glided along his flesh, drawing a delicious moan deep from within his chest. He gritted his teeth as she used one hand to pump his cock and the other to caress his balls.
She ran her thumb along his head, circling the tip, before sliding back down to the base, and then returning to do it all over again. He pressed his head farther into the pillow to keep himself from reaching for her. Who knew a hand job could be this good? It sure wasn’t when it was his own hand, and he couldn’t recall it ever being like this. Even thinking back to when he was younger, the last time a woman had given him a hand job that hadn’t only been a prelude to her going down on him, he couldn’t remember it ever being like this.
Grace didn’t let up, and soon he was doing his best to control his breathing. He was going to come and it was going to happen sooner rather than later if she kept it up. There was no way he was going to make her stop, though. Not now.
She seemed to know he was getting close. “May I swallow your cum, Sir?”
The innocent look on her face belied what she was asking. It was beyond hot. “Yes, gattina. Swallow my cum. Swallow every last drop.”
Given the look on her face, one would have thought he’d offered her a prize. Then again, maybe he had. It was considered an honor for a sub to take her Dom’s cum into her body.
Most of the lotion she’d used had long been worked into his skin, making it easy for her to wrap her lips around the head of his cock and suck as she continued to work his length with her hand. She used her tongue to coax him on almost as if she were licking the most delicious lollipop.
At the last minute, moments before he came, Alexander reached down, grabbed the back of her head, and pushed himself deeper into her mouth. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat. It was the final straw. He emptied his cum down her throat and, good girl that she was, Grace didn’t miss a beat. She breathed through her nose and swallowed several times, making sure she got it all. Every last drop. Exactly as he’d instructed.
When she lifted her head, she had a satisfied look on her face, which helped with the still-present guilt he felt.
Alexander sat up, took her by the arms, and brought her so she was lying on top of him. He raked his fingers through her hair and kissed her, plunging his tongue inside her mouth.
When he released her, they were both breathing hard. “Thank you, gattina.”
She smiled back at him. “Anytime, Sir.”
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Chapter 19
The next morning Grace didn’t wake up alone. Alexander was still in bed beside her, his back propped up against the headboard, reading. It took her a few moments to realize that he had the romance novel she’d been reading in his hands.
Before the anxiety could really take hold, he looked over and met her gaze. The expression on his face was unreadable. “You’re awake.”
She sat up, holding the blankets to her chest, which was kind of silly considering what they’d done the night before. “Morning.”
Alexander closed the book and placed it on the nightstand before facing her again. He moved closer, bringing one hand up to cup her face. “How did you sleep?”
“Good.” In truth, she’d slept better than she had in a long time, most likely due to the multitude of orgasms he’d given her. “How about you?”
“Very well, thank you.” He grinned, although there was still something there in his eyes she couldn’t put her finger on, and brushed his thumb along her cheekbone. His touch had all her nerve endings coming alive. “Do you have plans with your mom and sister today?”
Grace swallowed. Her mouth was really dry all of a sudden and it had nothing to do with his question. “Yes. Dinner.”
He hummed. “What time is that?”
“Noon.” She was whispering, but she had no idea why. It wasn’t as if anyone could hear them.
“Anything you need to do before then?” His voice had this sensual tone to it that had her pressing her legs together under the covers, seeking friction.
“No.”
The smile on his face got bigger. “Good.”
