Chapter 25

Leo

“This is the place?” I say, my eyes racing over the rundown motel as I step out of the car. The wooden letters M-O-T-E-L, painted bright red, adorn the side of the building.

“Wow, I never knew life with a billionaire would be so luxurious,” Grace says, her voice dripping with sarcasm and I can’t help but laugh.

A mechanical problem with the plane became apparent as the pilots were preparing to take off. Thankfully we are in a city and the mechanics were able to get the part right away, but the plane won’t be ready until the morning.

Unfortunately, there’s a major event happening in town, and Laura struggled to find us a place to stay. She called in triumph saying, “I’ve found a place right by the airport.”

What she failed to mention was that the place looks the way it did on the day it was built in the sixties. With the cheap key, I unlock the door and swing it open to reveal the room. The smell of staleness smacks me in the face.

“Shag carpet, nice,” Grace says.

“Well, it’s nicer than any of the places I stayed in in Bhutan,” I say.

“At least you weren’t living it up in the lap of luxury all those weeks.”

“Definitely not. Although the scenery made up for the lack of hot water.”

“As long as you were enjoying yourself.”

“Trust me, I definitely wasn’t enjoying myself. Not the way I’m going to enjoy myself in this dump.”

Without waiting for her response, I crush my lips against hers and bundle her through the door. Ever since I found her at her sister’s house, I’ve been fighting the urge to rip off her clothes. Now that we’re finally alone, I can’t resist her any longer.

But when the door closes, she pulls away, her eyes searching me, for what I don’t know. I realize this is the first time we are alone together since I found her again, and I wonder what she’s thinking.

Is she about to erupt in anger?

I stroke my thumb over her cheek, trying to coax her thoughts out.

“Gracie?” I say tentatively.

She clears her throat and says, “Is the plane breaking down a sign that I shouldn’t be leaving Tennessee? Maybe I shouldn’t go to New York. Maybe I meant to stay here.”

Her words hit me squarely in the gut.

“No, baby, it’s not a sign that you should stay, it’s a sign that the flight to New York and the drive home were too long for me to wait to be alone with you.”

It’s true, getting Grace alone faster was the reason I wasn’t angry about the mechanical fault. But her doubt plants itself deep within me. She shouldn’t doubt this.

Doubt us.

Maybe she is only coming to New York because it’s a better alternative than staying here and struggling with money and her family.

Her mouth parts slightly, and I brush my lips over hers. Grace whimpers and folds her body against mine.

Deepening the kiss, I slide my hand up the inside of her top and cup her heavy breast. She responds by running her hands up underneath my own shirt, and my dick grows even harder.

There are two beds in the room, and I guide her to the nearest one. With lightning speed, I strip her of her top and pants, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

I pause and rake my eyes over the woman who is now mine, the woman who is carrying my child. Even if she did only come with me to escape the poverty of her family, I’m confident she’ll soon realize she belongs with me.

She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with and a million thoughts of what I want to do to her flash through my head. Unwilling to wait any longer, I rip off her bra and panties and we sit on the edge of the ancient bed.

Grace’s hands work at the buttons on my shirt, and I lean my head forward to taste her lips again. My hand connects firmly on her thigh and I flick my arm to shove her legs apart.

The last button on my shirt undone, Grace yanks it down my arms and I pull it the rest of the way off.

Her eyes drag over me, and she says, “This is surreal. Your body is surreal.” Her fingertips brush over my pecs and through the ridges of my ab muscles.

Grace’s fingers toy with the button on my pants, which is already straining from the head of my hard cock. I swear my dick is about to pop it open, but I reach down and flick open myself.

A light moan momentarily fills the room and her eyes flicker closed. She plunges her hand inside the waistband of my boxers and rubs the head of my cock.

As much as I want to explore her body, her touch is too good and I am frozen in place as she fills me with intense sparks of heat. I’ve never been at someone’s mercy like this before.

She glances up at me, her eyes coy and betraying the fact that she knows the effect she’s having on me. Her tongue pokes out between her lips, spurring me into action.

I crush my mouth against hers and pull her body against mine, relishing the skin on skin contact. I press my body harder against the soft squishiness of her body. Grace is forced to pull her hand away from my cock to keep it from being trapped between us, and our bodies press tight against each other.

Pulling away, I trail kisses down her front all the way to her tits. Her glorious fucking tits. Holding one in each hand, I kiss and nip at them and bury my face in her cleavage while my fingers toy with her nipples.

I could do this for all eternity.

While our lips are locked, my hand moves to her fleshy thigh. My tongue probes her mouth deeper, distracting her as I cup her pussy.

She’s wet and aching for me.

My fingers move through her slick folds, and a moan escapes her throat. She’s dripping for me, a fact making my cock harder. All I want right now is to be buried inside of her.

Kissing her neck, I push two fingers into her entrance. Her tight walls wrap snugly around my fingers, once again my dick throbs. I imagine it being inside her, with no condom, her wet walls bare against me.

Slowly, I pump my fingers in and out of her. Her body shifts and her face tightens as I move. Her pussy starts to pulse around my fingers, and I stop moving in order to delay her orgasm.

She nuzzles her face against my neck, and I caress her hair with my free hand.

I move my fingers inside her faster, pressing against her sensitive spot and rubbing her clit with my thumb. She wiggles and squirms, and digs her nails into my skin. My cock aches to be inside her, but I do my best to ignore it.

“Let go, you can come now,” I growl.

Grace bites the fleshy skin of my shoulder, her head pressed tight against my neck. Her walls tighten and clamp around my fingers and she bites harder as her back arches.

The biting stops as she comes undone in my arms. For some reason, I feel almost as satisfied as she does, even though my dick is untouched.

Her walls pulse around my fingers, and I know she still coming. She flickers her tongue around the bite marks on my shoulder, soothing it. Igniting it.

Pulling away from me, she snakes her tongue down my chest. When she reaches the waistband of my boxers, she peers up at me and says, “Take these off,” in a demanding voice.

I quickly stand just enough to pull my boxers and pants down and flop back on the bed. Grace slinks off the bed and onto the ratty carpet.

Without looking up at me again, she circles her tongue around the head of my dick. I swallow and watch in sheer joy as she pleasures me. Her jaw opens wide and she takes as much of my dick into her mouth as she can.

My back tenses and shudders as she bobs her head up and down over my cock. I’m instantly transported back to that first night we spent together in the closet, which excites me even more.

I’ve spent many nights and morning showers remembering that moment with my hard shaft in my hand, dreaming of the day it would happen again. My balls draw tight against me, pulling me out of the haze of bliss that I’ve been in.

As much as I’d love to fill her mouth with my cum, right now I need to fuck her.

Hooking my arms under hers, I pull her up in one swift motion and shove her onto the bed. I move over her, straddling her ribcage while my eyes fix firmly on her chest. Laying my dick between her breasts, I cup each of her tits and press them tight against my cock.

Grace watches my face keenly as I begin to thrust into her tits. I can’t help groaning as I act out one of the fantasies I’ve been having over the past several weeks.

My tip pokes out of the tit tunnel, and Grace cranes her neck and darts out her tongue, licking it and flicking it with the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is too goddamn good. I have to stop because there’s so much more I want to do to her right now.

In a quick motion, I pull away and shift my body down her body. Pushing her legs apart, I climb between them and lower myself down to find her mouth.

Our lips lock in a frenzied kiss, and my hand roves down her curves. I use it to place the tip of my cock at her drenched entrance, and shudder in anticipation.

As I move my hand away, I realize she is trembling.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” I ask, concerned.

Grace bites her bottom lip and nods almost imperceptibly.

“Tell me, what is it?” I say, more firmly this time.

She swallows hard and after a second says, “Remember, this is only the second time I’ve ever done this.”