“Get on the bed and spread those pretty thighs for me. I want to see your pussy.”
She nodded, turning her back on him.
He groaned as she bent forward, showcasing that curvy ass to perfection.
She crawled to the center of the bed.
Caleb moved toward the edge, hand still fisting his cock as she got settled. “Now spread them.”
She opened her thighs. The action jerky.
“That’s a good girl. Reach down, open your pussy. Let me see your clit.”
“Caleb?”
“Don’t be nervous, trust me.” He didn’t know what to say to make her feel at ease. This was what he wanted. She was going to give it to him.
Her hands slid down, going between her thighs, and he watched as she did exactly as he’d asked, opening herself up to him.
He placed one knee on the bed, followed by the second. Moving his body forward, he put his hands beneath her ass, holding her curves. Staring up the length of her body, he looked her in the eye. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She shook her head. “Please, don’t stop.”
Caleb gazed at her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating. She was soaking wet, and as he slid his tongue across her clit, he wasn’t shocked to find her sensitive. So pretty.
Gliding across the tip and around her tight nub, he heard her gasp, and her hips jerked. He took his time, moving down to her entrance, but not penetrating. When he claimed her cunt, it would be with his cock, feeling every pulse as she came.
Even though all he wanted to do was fuck her and do it hard, he held himself in check. Applying some more pressure, he covered her clit and sucked her into his mouth, using his teeth to create a bite of pain with the pleasure. She whimpered his name, and he loved it, wanted more.
He went from soft licks to hard, not giving her a chance to become accustomed to his tongue. She could take more, and as he brought her close, he kept her just at the peak, allowing her to get frustrated but also needy.
She began to rock against his tongue.
“Please, Caleb, please,” she said.
The first sign he was looking for. When it came to finally owning Grace, he wanted her to consent every single step of the way.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want to come. Please, let me come.”
“As you wish.” He took her over that edge, loving the sounds of her pleasured screams. Each one sweet music to his ears, and he would never forget.
She rocked against his tongue and only when it seemed she couldn’t take anymore did he stop. Her cream coated his mouth and he lifted up, licking his lips.
Grace was still coming down to earth as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. Holding her knees open, he stared at her body and began to slide up and down, watching her.
“One day soon, you’re going to suck my cock, baby. When you do, you’re going to take me in deep and swallow every single last drop.”
“I can … er, if you want,” she said, taking him by surprise.
“You want to suck my cock?”
She nodded her head.
Grace then shocked him as she wriggled down the bed until her head was close to his cock. She lifted up and with her gaze on his, she opened her mouth, and took the tip of him into her mouth.
Caleb held the base of his cock, watching her as she started to bob her head. She didn’t take all of him, but watching those plump lips around his length, he struggled to gain control.
She was so fucking sexy, and her mouth. She wasn’t used to sucking cock, and feeling her nerves, it made him even harder.
He didn’t know if he was going to last in her untutored mouth. Feeling more like a randy schoolboy, he quickly pulled out. Rather than release into her sexy mouth, he shot his cum onto her chest, coating her breasts with his cum until every last drop had spilled out.
Panting for breath, he stared at her, wondering what had happened to his sweet, innocent Grace. Not that he had a problem with her wanting to fuck.
Shaming her was not part of his plan.
He wanted her to crave sex. To beg for his touch.
Stroking her cheek, he kissed her lips.
“This was the best Thanksgiving I ever had, Grace. Thank you for giving me that.” He climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom to grab a cloth. He returned to find Grace still where he’d left her.
After cleaning off her chest, he returned to the bathroom, threw the cloth in the laundry, grabbed a robe, and went back to her. Kissing her lips, he wished her a good night before leaving.
He wondered how she’d take that.
Chapter Seven
Grace hated men.