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“Never,” he growled, suppressing her protests with a hard kiss. He bent his knees so he could scoop her up by her ass, bringing her level with him. Still kissing her, he walked them to his bedroom with her still plastered to his frame.
He managed to open the door without releasing her. Lowering her to the floor, his hands immediately gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Big mistake, he had to let go of her mouth.
“What are you doing?” Grace whispered as she backed away with her arms crossed prudishly over her tits. He stalked toward her, his gaze never leaving her eyes that were as heated as he was feeling.
“I’m asking the questions, babe,” he said as he uncrossed her arms and let his eyes trail down her luminous skin. He felt a twinge of anger as he let his fingers feather the bruise she’d sustained when her body slammed against the spiral staircase. “Does this hurt?”
She shuddered and closed her eyes. “No.”
“Good.” Matt reined in the urge to rip the rest of her clothes, spread her legs, and impale her with his cock which was throbbing painfully behind his jeans. Instead, his fingertips pushed aside a bra strap and as the cup fell away to reveal the globe of one breast and its dusky nipple, he bent his head and let his tongue tease it to a hardened peak. All through this, Grace stood stiffly with her arms at her sides, but her deep inhalations hinted at her crumbling resistance. His left hand knocked down the other strap, and he paid homage to her other breast. Grace’s tits had always been generous, but somehow, they felt heavier. He sucked on a nipple and heard her moan his name. And yet, she did nothing, but let him worship her tits. There was something unbearably erotic with her denying her attraction and yet allowing him to seduce her. Well, Matt was up to the challenge.
He deftly unhooked her bra, letting it fall away.
“I haven’t told you how much I love your tits,” he whispered against her ear while filling his palms with her boobs. “I wanna fuck you, Grace. Would you let me?”
He straightened to look down at her just as her eyes popped open. She took another deep inhale before she swallowed convulsively. “Yes.”
That one word sent all the blood to his dick and made him dizzy with the sheer force of his arousal. He’d been craving her for weeks. It was an effort not to simply toss her on the bed and fuck her. He didn’t want this to be a simple slaking of lust, although he doubted he’d have any control left once he was inside her.
He gingerly lowered her to the bed, carefully getting on top of her, propping himself up on one side while he slipped his fingers behind the waistband of her black elastic pants—yoga pants he believed they were called.
“Christ, you’re drenched,” Matt groaned as his fingers sought the heat between her thighs. “I need to get inside you.” Grace’s response was a mewl as she threw her head back and pushed her heated center against his hand.
He pulled back and quickly discarded her remaining clothes, dragging her panties along with the stretchy sweats. Matt yanked off his shirt and threw it on the floor, then his fingers moved to his jeans, the hiss of his zipper breaking through the sounds of their frenzied breathing.
“Oh, God, Matt, just fuck me,” Grace cried in desperation, her legs wrapped around his ass to grab his hips. He fell upon her, landing on his elbows. Reaching between them, he sank his fingers inside her, cursing briefly at how the feel of her slick inner muscles almost made him come undone. Quaking with unbridled lust, he removed his fingers and surged inside her. They both let out a strangled moan, the tight grip of her cunt was intoxicating. Grace was panting. She was restless. Her hips squirmed and threatened the last remnants of his control.
“Move, dammit!” she gasped.
“You need to get used to me first,” Matt gritted through his teeth.
She tried to flex her pelvis and winced. “Oh, God, you’re too big!”
“Thanks, babe,” Matt choked back a rueful laugh. “But you need to keep still or I’m going to fucking blow before I get you off.”
“Don’t you dare!” she mumbled.
Shit, he should’ve eaten her out first. He drew back and moved tentatively inside her. “Am I hurting you?” She felt too good, it was killing him not to pound the shit out of her.
She didn’t answer, biting her lower lip instead.
“Grace?”
“Don’t stop, please?” Her eyes squeezed shut, and Matt couldn’t tell whether she was in agony or ecstasy.Goddammit. He pulled out.
“No, no, no …” Grace grabbed at his arms frantically.
“Quiet,” he growled as he crept down her body. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he buried his face in the heaven between her thighs. Her arousal hit his nose and his hunger went into overdrive. His tongue swept broad strokes up her slit, swiping against the pink puffy lips before he grazed her clit. Grace was moaning loudly now, pushing her core frantically at his mouth as if she wanted him to go harder. And he did. Her clit swelled to a turgid nub, which he sucked and alternately flicked with his tongue before slipping lower to dip into her entrance.
“Oh, God, God!” she screamed and dug her fingers into his hair. He sucked her sensitive flesh as more slickness coated his tongue which he devoured greedily. He tested her tightness with two fingers and then three, thrusting in and out while keeping pressure on her clit to prolong her orgasm.
His balls weighed heavily between his legs, and his dick was hard enough to pound nails. Matt positioned himself between her legs and drove inside her once more.
“Fuck—yes, Grace,” he hissed into her ear. This time she was ready for his girth and he thrust into her at a steady pace.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“The baby …”
