After Grace fell asleep in my arms last night, I spent all night holding her. Plotting how I could keep her. How to move her in with me. There isn’t a moment in time where I want her out of my sight, even if I know that’s unreasonable.
Around dawn, I come out to the living area of her apartment and begin cleaning up the remnants of an uneaten dinner, regret solid in my gut as I toss the delicious smelling food in the trash.
Once I’ve got it cleaned up, I sit on her sofa and turn the news on low. Checking the emails and messages on my phone, I find nothing pressing to pull me away from her, so I place an order to have breakfast delivered from a diner down the street.
Sitting back into the cushions, I close my eyes, and all I can picture is Grace in my lap facing the wall of windows behind her entertainment unit, naked and riding my cock. She’s bent over holding onto the table as my fists hold her hips, controlling her movements as she tries to bring us both to completion.
Knocking at the door has my eyes popping open and regret looming in the air from the realization that my daydream wasn’t reality.
But it’s going to be.
The girl is meant to ride my cock. She has an enthusiasm for sex I don’t think she expected.
Grabbing our food and paying for it, I place it in the oven to stay warm and go in search of my vixen. Intent on bringing my fantasy to life.
Walking down the hall to her room, I turn on the hall light and let it spotlight her in bed. Turned away from me, blankets at her feet, Grace appears as a magnificent little sex nymph. Her pale flesh showcases every fingerprint I left on her through the night. Holding her still, moving her around. She allowed me to do anything I pleased and even begged for more.
“Come on, princess,” I whisper in her ear. “Time to feed you.” She stretches like a languid kitten in the sun and rolls to her back. Her eyes slowly open as I smooth my hands along her ribs. “Good morning.”
“Hi,” she responds shyly. I can feel her body tense upon realizing her nudity.
“Uh uh, no hiding from me. Especially when I know exactly how I want you for the next thirty minutes.” Not giving her a chance to speak, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the couch.
All I’m focused on is her on my cock, riding until we’re both hoarse from pleasure. Barely awake, Grace is malleable as I sit on the couch and turn her in my arms. Spreading my legs, I place hers on the outside of mine and lift her hips slightly. Lining my cock to her entrance, I help her glide down my length.
Her wetness eases my entrance to her body. “So fucking hot for me, princess.” I grumble the words into her hair as she leans back into my chest.
“Feels so good,” Grace sighs happily, her hands holding onto my wrists at her waist.
Releasing her hip, I grip her hair in a tight fist and slowly push her body forward. She’s forced to hold onto the table. Her cunt clutches my cock so harshly, I fight back the urge to release in her.
“Onyx?” she questions, looking back to me. Her eyes are alight with anticipation for what I have planned for her.
In her position, my dick is as far encased as I can get it, and her ass is on perfect display. Clutching each cheek with my hands, I slowly move her up and down my length. It’s hard at first because she’s tense, but fuck is she ever glorious.
Seeing her pretty cunt work my cock is a glorious sight, and if I could, I’d picture this moment for life. “Gracie,” I grind out between clenched teeth as she catches onto the rhythm and begins to move on her own.
Her pussy works me up and down, clenching and releasing with each stroke. I can feel the tip of my cock rubbing against her g-spot and begin to slam into her when she thrusts back at me. This position is a hell of a lot more fun than I had anticipated. I close my eyes and listen to her breathing, the erratic gasps and moans that come from us both. I concentrate on the feeling of being wrapped up so tightly inside of her.
My release hits me out of nowhere, and all I want is to slam in so deeply that my seed takes hold. Pushing the table forward, I drop to my knees behind Grace and piston my hips in and out of her so fiercely, all she can do is sob her way through it.
Draping my chest over her back, I feel the beast within me rise and demand I claim this woman. Make her irrevocably mine.
“You want my baby, Gracie?” I hiss in her ear. “You want me to fill you up, princess?” I bite her neck, making sure to leave a mark.
“A baby?” she gasps when my momentum shoves her and the table forward.
“My baby, Grace,” I growl in her ear, needing to blow my load and wanting her on board with me. “Say it, baby, say you want it and fucking come with me.” My demand is harsh, and I know I’m pushing her, but I couldn’t stop if I tried.
“Onyx,” she whines.
“Say. It.” I shove into her begging cunt, ruthless strokes highlight each word.
“Please, Onyx”—she looks back to me, tears in her gaze, and says the words I’m dying to hear—“give me your baby.”
That’s all it takes, and I explode right along with her as her body convulses under mine. We shiver and shake together as satisfaction steamrolls through us both.
“Jesus, fuck,” I groan, pulling her onto the couch with me. My cock is still buried in her depths as I cradle her on my lap.
“A baby.” Her words are filled with wonder.
“My fucking baby, Gracie.” Her head turns to look up to me, a shy smile taking place. “Our fucking baby.” I lean down and kiss her gently. A complete contrast with the fucking I just gave her.
“Our baby.” She marvels with a grin to rival any other.
I lean my forehead against hers as our breathing starts evening out and the ringing in my ears calms down enough that I hear both of our stomachs growl and protest the lack of nourishment in the last twelve hours.
“I’m starving,” she whispers like it’s a secret.
“I had breakfast delivered already.” I grin at her.
Helping Grace to her feet, we walk to the kitchen naked, and when she bends to open the oven, her swollen pussy lips and my cum dripping down her leg catch my attention. My cock starts to harden again, and I’m almost grateful when my phone rings. Her poor little pussy needs a rest before I break her.
“Detective Inwood,” I answer as she pulls out plates, her nipples peaked from the cool air.
“Dig yourself out of that pussy, we got a case,” Marty says before hanging up, and a text immediately comes through with an address.
“Do you have to leave?” Grace asks with a pout on her lips, the plump bottom one just begging to be sucked on.
Striding over to her, I stroke a finger through her pussy, gathering some of my essence and bringing it up to her mouth. She immediately opens so I can place my finger on her tongue. What I don’t expect is for her to suck the digit into her mouth and moan at my flavor.
“I do,” I finally answer when I find my voice again. “I have a case, but I’ll be back tonight. I also programmed my number into your phone if you need me.” Swooping down, I suck her lip into my mouth before kissing her deeply, dragging us both back into a sexual fog. “When I get home, I want these plump lips wrapped around my dick, baby.”
“Okay,” she replies shyly as I pull back and go in search of my clothes.
Leaving Grace in nothing but a housecoat and smelling like sex is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done.