His body moved against mine while his dick hammered me so hard the motions were hard to separate. He was deep inside me, gone, and deep again, over and over until my lust was the only thing I could focus on. The orgasm I had felt from his tongue was nothing like the one that was coming fast. With every thrust, he brought me closer to the edge. I felt my muscles tighten for a moment, almost like they were trying to cramp before I finally felt them begin to release. The pleasure surged through me and as my pussy spasmed against his pounding, I started to cum.
“This is amazing!” I squealed and my mouth opened wide while my orgasm roared through my body.
“Beg me for another one.” He leaned against my neck and started kissing. His lips moved to my ear and I heard his voice come out in a raspy whisper. “Beg for it.”
“Please...” My words got caught in my throat as my orgasm finally began to fade. “Please make me cum again!”
“I’m going to fuck you until I explode inside you.” He let out a faint growl before he pulled away and started to hammer his cock into me again.
My pussy was sore from what he had already done to me, but when he got the motions going again, I was enthralled in his embrace. I needed to cum again and it was a combination of our lust mixing together in harmony. I could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing inside of me each time he went deep and his breathing got heavier. His eyes had the same boiling desire I could feel inside my body and I knew he was getting close to the release he craved. His dick seemed to swell even more as he got closer and every stroke he drove inside me was a moment of pure bliss. My pussy got tight on him once the spasms had subsided, but I could feel them starting to get more intense as he kept thrusting his cock into me. There was no turning back and I was going to cum. I felt my muscles tightening, almost cramping, as they were forced to clench from the pleasure coursing through my veins. My moans got louder and then I felt my body shaking. The orgasm filled me with pleasure for the third time that night and I squirmed underneath him while the wave of bliss rolled across my body.
“You’re making me cum again!” My mouth opened so wide my jaw stretched wider than it ever had before while my pussy began to spasm on his cock.
“This time you’re going to make me cum, too.” His breathing turned to grunts as he hammered himself into my orgasm.
The pulsations in his cock got faster and then I felt his hips begin to move in a chaotic fashion, slammed with no real rhythm between the thrusts. He went deep and held himself there for a moment before starting to pound my pussy like a jackhammer with quick thrusts that stayed on my g-spot the entire time. His abdominal muscles tightened and I could feel his arms tensing so hard I thought they would burst before they finally released. I felt cum surging through his shaft and then it exploded inside of me. His hot, sticky manhood mixed with the multiple orgasms I had already experienced and the feeling of him unloading inside my pussy made me start to cum once more. The orgasm bellowed on top of the previous one, taking me to heights of pleasure I didn’t even know could exist.
He pumped himself deep in my pussy while my spasms milked his shaft and squeezed his glans. After the first explosion, he had several more quick bursts that
filled me with more of his seed before he was finally spent. He stayed there with our bodies joined for almost a minute before he started to withdraw. I was so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that I could hardly breathe. He sank down onto the mattress and pulled me into his arms as he stretched out. It felt like every inch of my skin was connected to him in some way as the afterglow of my bliss left me numb to everything but his caress.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that...” My words came out as a mutter, barely audible above the thumping of my heart.
“Of course not, you were a fucking virgin.” He chuckled slightly and pressed his lips to my shoulder, moving them towards my ear. “But now that I’ve had a taste of you, I want more.”
“I thought you hated me.” I sighed deeply and turned towards him.
“I don’t have to like you to fuck you.” His hand moved along my ribs, grazing me lightly with his fingertips.
“You don’t even like me a little bit?” I raised my eyebrows and felt a smile creeping across my face.
“Let’s go with—I hate you less than I did yesterday.” His hand moved between my legs and rubbed my pussy. “If you give me more of this, I’ll probably hate you even less tomorrow.”
“So you’re coming back tomorrow?” I felt the smile widen and I pushed my pussy against his fingers as he touched me.
“I guess I have to—we’re married, after all.” He pulled his hand away from my pussy and I snuggled closer to him.
I slept like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders and I had no idea why. My father wasn’t safe, I was still married to a man I didn’t know, and I had destroyed the life of his brother. I didn’t deserve the peace I felt in Grady’s arms, but I clung to it because it was only semblance of sanity I had felt in a long time.
When my dreams consumed me, I saw myself in a different life. I was no longer the scared girl that feared every day would be the one her father didn’t come home. I was safe, happy, and standing in a kitchen with the children I always wanted to have playing on the floor. It was the life I had envisioned for myself when I was a young girl—the life I thought would come when I grew up. That dream faded when I realized it wasn’t going to be handed to me and it was too complicated to actually obtain with the world around me falling apart. It wasn’t a life I ever wanted with Dane—he was just the means to an end. It definitely didn’t seem like the kind of life I could have with someone like Grady. I wasn’t sure what the future held, but in that moment, I was just happy to have a brief respite from the chaos of my own mind.
Chapter 6: Grady
She’s probably just playing me—I might be a bigger fool than my brother was.
When I first met Monica, I was jealous that my brother had managed to get a girl that hot. Once I got to know her, the jealousy faded. I could sense that something wasn’t quite right between them in the early days. She adapted to change too quickly. She went from a poor girl who had never seen the inside of a church to quoting scripture with him almost overnight. When she found out about his abstinence pledge, which I thought was pure insanity to begin with, she was ready to jump in with both feet and keep her legs tightly closed while doing so.
It just didn’t add up. I had seen gold diggers before and that seemed to be the only part of her that was transparent. Laying there with her in my arms made things more confusing than they had been when I decided to go through with my plan. I understood why she was trying to marry my brother and it wasn’t just greed. She was trying to protect her family just like I had been trying to do. She looked gorgeous in my arms and I was the first man to fuck her. That bonded us more than the piece of paper we signed to become husband and wife.
Am I feeling something for her? I should just go—this isn’t my problem.
I crawled out of bed and left her there in her slumber. It only took me a couple of minutes to get dressed, but I still sat on the edge of the bed for a little longer watching her beautiful body curled up in the remnants of our lust. I could have easily crawled between her legs and enjoyed another moment, but I didn’t want to wake her. She looked like she needed sleep and after what we had done, she was completely exhausted.
I walked into the living room and heard her father lightly snoring on the couch. The pain pills had knocked him on his ass and he didn’t even stir when I entered the room. The black SUV was gone from the front of the house, but the black sedan had returned. In the light of the day, I could see the man’s sunglasses reflecting in the sunlight. He wasn’t really trying to hide. I made sure the door was locked before walking into the kitchen and starting a cup of coffee. I was going to at least make good on my promise and stay there with them until she woke up again—I owed her that much.
What a fucking mess.
I couldn’t help but wonder why Walter Grant had changed his business model and started getting so aggressive with his debt collection practices. Even though I didn’t want to get in the middle of what was going on between him and Monica’s father, I was curious to find out what was going on with my old boss.