Chapter 7
Kate
In two steps, Grant walked up to her. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her long and slowly.
“I can’t stop thinking about this,” he told her in between kissing her neck.
She panted as he undid her pants.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered to her. “Do you want it from the front or the back?” He kissed her again before she could answer, then he tore open her blouse, actually tore it open! She shrieked mentally as the buttons flew everywhere, comically pinging off the expensive vases and objets d’art that were placed tastefully around the room.
Grant unhooked her bra and sucked on a nipple, making it hard, and he rolled the sensitive flesh with his tongue. The sensation went straight down to between her legs, and she moaned. Grant laughed and kissed his way down her abdomen. Then he pushed at her pants, pulling them down and turning her around in one swift motion.
He pushed his hand between her legs, one hand in her hair. She felt his fingers rub hard against her, and she stumbled out of her pants on the floor as he pressed her up against the back of the leather chair, grinding his hips against hers. She wrestled out of the remnants of her shirt and bra that were hanging off on one arm as he pulled off his own clothes.
“You feel that?” Grant said hoarsely as he pressed his throbbing member against the soft flesh between her legs. “You feel that? I’ve been hard like that since last night. I wish I’d just fucked you there in the garden. Then I could get you out of my head.”
Kate couldn’t speak; she could only moan low in her throat.
“Can I fuck you, Kate?” he said, still running his member between her legs, finding that magical part that made her wild with pleasure as she bucked against him.
“Can I fuck you?” he said again.
“Y-Yess,” she stuttered out.
“Yes what?” he asked, his member still teasing her.
“Fuck me!” Kate gasped.
“Say please,” he murmured, biting her bare shoulder.
“Please!” she choked out. Permission granted, Grant grabbed her hips then thrust deep into her. Kate moaned low as she felt the length of his thick organ slide into her.
“Oh yeah.” He exhaled. “This is exactly what I needed.”
Kate moaned again.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, okay?” he said as he began to rhythmically thrust into her.
Kate could barely breathe, let alone speak. She heard her breath come out in short gasps as Grant possessed her. She felt every time he pounded into her. Even his breath on her neck lit her body up as though she had been shocked.
“Fuck, yes. You feel so good. You’re so tight. Yes… so good.”
She felt him come inside of her. The thrill of knowing that he took such pleasure in her body and the fact that she had been craving this for the last twenty-four hours sent her over the edge almost immediately after. Grant wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, pulling her against him. He was still inside of her, and she felt him slowly pull out.
“I want to do this again in like thirty minutes,” he murmured.
“Thirty minutes!” she squeaked.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Maybe an hour.”
She laughed breathlessly.
“That felt so good,” he said, kissing her sloppily. “You felt so good.”
“You needed that,” she told him.
“Yep.” Her spun her around and kissed her lazily, running his hands slowly up and down her body.
He smiled at her and said teasingly, “Is this what you meant when you said you’re here to help me in any way possible?”
She rolled her eyes and flicked him on the nose. He caught her hand and nibbled her fingers.
“No,” she said playfully.
Still smiling at her, he asked, “Do you let my father fuck you like that?”
Kate felt as if someone had dumped ice water on her. She looked at Grant in shock. Yanking her hand away from his, she slapped him hard in the face. Then she hastily grabbed her things and fled the room.