Grant Carter looked sexier without clothes than with them. Not like I was too surprised. He had hidden tattoos you wouldn’t have seen unless his shirt was off. He must’ve been a chest of secrets.
Like me?
Grant took his time sinking down into my pussy. Wow, I finally got to pop the old cherry. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would either. A little pinch, anyone could survive that. Now it was just fun and games from here on out.
His cock felt fantastic inside me, I gripped him so hard that I could feel every ridge, bump, and crook of his cock.
He began a slow rhythm and I cursed him for it.
“God, it feels so good, harder. Go faster,” I demanded, grabbing his broad strong shoulders. Those things felt like metal.
“You’re gonna be sore after this,” he warned, smirking. He knew damn well he wanted to drive that cock of his three feet deep into me. My core was burning for more of him, there was no thoughts or consciousness at this point. All that was on my mind was his cock.
“I don’t care,” I growled. This new swirl of sensations had me hopelessly dangling on the edge. I was greedy as a slut for more. The pleasure from his cock slamming into me made every sense heightened, and my nipples hard as a diamond.
He cocked an eyebrow and chuckled.
“You asked for it.”
His thrusts became more brutal, visceral and primal in nature.
I met each and every one of his thrusts with a death tight grip to his cock. This wasn’t just sex, it was a fight.
A war.
Who would do it better? Was there even a winner? At the end of it all, we’d both cum.
“Damn your pussy feels inescapable,” Grant said, pumping inside me. All I could think was how his seed would feel, shooting inside me…
“G-Grant! I think—I think I’m coming!” I said through gasps. I nearly choked on my own breath.
“Fuck!” he grunted, slamming into me one more time and holding his position. A new feeling flooded me. Literally. His seed had injected itself deep within me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could get me pregnant from the very first damn time.
It was warm, odd, and sexually satisfying. He had… claimed me, even if this was just a contract, I felt like I belonged to him.
Heh. I wasn’t that stupid though. Temporary euphoria they called it?
Yeah, that was what this was. And temporary was the key word.
Men, this was what they wanted, all they wanted.
My body was a shaking, sweaty mess. Grant, being the invincible man he was, scooped up my lifeless body and shoveled it into the bed properly.
“How was your first go?”
“Good,” I said, falling into a heavy sleep.
***
I woke up and was startled to see that Grant’s arms were snaked around mine. He was peacefully asleep and I glanced at the clock over his shoulder. Shit, it was already ten in the morning. I had a class in thirty minutes. In this part of town, I didn’t know how long it’d take me to get to school.
So carefully, I slipped out of the bed, working my way out of his arms, and picked up my dress from a table over by his bedroom door. How’d it end up way over—oh well, it was sex. Good sex at that. Surprised it wasn’t hanging off the ceiling.
I glanced over to Grant, he was still sleeping like a baby. He didn’t look so big and bad while he was asleep. I fought the urge to chuckle out loud and got dressed.
“Stacy?” Grant said, stretching. Damn it, I didn’t make a sound and he was already on to me. I sighed and walked over to him.
“Oh, hey there. How’d you sleep?” I said, hoping to steer the subject of me leaving off for school off. He didn’t need to know too much about me.
This wasn’t a relationship, only an agreement.
“Where are you headed off to this early?” he asked, looking me up and down. I frowned, should have known this was coming.
“Running some errands, got classes to go to. I’m actually late,” I said, inching over to the bedroom door. Grant sat up in the bed, his abs glistening in the warm sun light that shined through his tall clear glass windows.
I got stuck for a second marveling at them.
“Why don’t you let me take you—”
I waved my hand and shook my head. “No, I’m fine. Don’t you have some big bad corporation to run?” I smiled and backed out the door. Grant swung his legs out of the bed. My cue to run, his cue to try and catch me.
“Aren’t you my personal assistant?” he asked. He got up, butt ass naked and looking fine, and went to his closet for clothes. Time to run.
“Not if I’m your baby momma. Ciao, I gotta go.”
I heard him utter out my name as I disappeared through his elevator door and was dropped downstairs.