Grace for Drowning

"Seriously? Well, in that case, keep winging it. That feels fucking incredible."

She grinned, and then her lips were on me once more. The sight of her kneeling before me with my cock buried several inches inside her mouth was so ridiculously hot. And that devious little smile only made it better. She was enjoying herself almost as much as I was. I've never been one for the whole face-fucking thing. Don't get me wrong, I'm in control in the bedroom, but there's nothing hot to me about gagging. Having a girl on the ground in front of you sucking you off is basically perfection already. I'm very happy to just sit back and let them do their thing.

Grace's hand began to pump in time with her mouth, sending powerful waves of pleasure rolling through me. Soon, a second hand joined the first, working the base of my shaft, meaning my entire length was being stroked with every motion. My knees buckled momentarily, and I actually felt lightheaded. Jesus, that sensation was fucking unbelievable.

There was an immense pressure building in my balls. "Oh fuck, I'm close."

A lot of other girls would have pulled away at that moment, but not Grace. She simply sped up, honing in on my swollen head, jerking rapidly up and down while her tongue caressed those sensitive nerves. It was too much. With a mighty roar, I exploded into her mouth. For a few seconds I lost control as my hips pumped like out of control pistons. The world faded to black. When I came to, I found Grace smiling shyly up at me, her face and body completely dry.

"Did you seriously swallow all of that?"

She gave a proud little nod.

"Jesus. That felt like a huge load."

"It kind of was."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Have I mentioned how ridiculously sexy you are?"

"It came up."

"Well, don't let me stop reminding you."

My eyes rolled over those curves once more, and I felt another surge of desire. I wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

"Stand up," I said.

"You don't want a break?"

"What I want is to be inside you. Now. Stand up."

She gave a tiny nod. "Okay." I guided her a couple of steps to the left until she was pressed against the sofa, then I pushed her down so she was bent over the armrest.

"Fucking perfect," I said, spreading her ass cheeks once more. This was the position I'd dreamed of having her in.

She was incredibly turned on. I ran my fingers gently up her entrance, picturing what that slickness was going to feel like around me, the way she was going to sound when I was fucking her. She shifted against me, her breath coming short and sharp as I played with her. I wanted to draw it out further still, but I was hard almost to the point of agony. I had to have her.

I fished a condom from my pants and tore it open.

"You know, I've actually got a birth control implant," Grace said. "And I've never really liked condoms."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I trust you. And I want to feel you that way."

That was music to my ears. The thought of being inside her with nothing between us was impossible to resist. "Well I want to fuck you that way. In that case, you should brace yourself."

"Why?"

"Because I'm about to do this," I replied, and then seizing her hips, I slammed myself inside her. There was no resistance, she was completely ready for me, and we both cried out as my entire length entered her in a single thrust. Her body rocked forward with the force of it, and her hands curled around the sofa cushion.

"Oh shit," she moaned. "Logan, you feel amazing."

"So do you."

She looked incredible like that, ass in the air with my cock entering her. She was impossibly soft, all silk and heat and moisture. I started slow, lon

g strokes that let me feel every part of her. I'd pull my hips back until I had nearly withdrawn, only to ram myself back in all the way to the root. It wasn't enough. I wanted to go deeper, to claim all of her.