Chapter 32

Kendra

When I woke up that morning, I would have never, in a million years, expected anything like this to happen. Even if I’d expected to see Grant, I would have expected our meeting to end with him yelling at me. With him abusing me. And with him leaving me again, feeling worse than before.

But no. Not this time. This time, he came to see me with a purpose. And now, in the VIP section of Luscious, his intent was clear.

Both my hands were placed up against the back wall of the VIP booth, the bench just underneath me. Grant was right behind me.

He ran his hand down my back. His fingers trailed themselves over the straps of my corset before moving to my butt. As his one hand ran over my butt, his other ran itself up my leg, ducking underneath my skirt and across my thigh before removing itself.

Both hands then gently ran themselves over my hips. It felt as if he were trying to gauge what he was seeing. As if he were a blind man, trying to work out what exactly he was dealing with.

“I can’t believe you ever thought I would want anybody as badly as I wanted you,” he whispered into my ear. “You are the reason the word perfection exists.”

Still bent over, I could feel him unhitching my skirt, sliding it off my body. I didn’t stop him. How could I? I wanted it so badly. My skirt fell to the ground around my ankles as I lifted my feet, kicking it away. This was followed by my panties. He ran his fingers underneath them, peeling them back and down my legs.

And still, I remained where I was. I could tell that he didn’t want me to turn around. I could tell that he wanted me right there. And more than that, I could tell what the reason was.

I arched my hips, sticking my butt even further in the air as I felt his teeth sink into my flesh. He nipped at me, biting both my cheeks as he fell to his knees. It was a combination of soft kisses, followed by pinching bites as he worked his way down the back of my thighs. My legs shook with anticipation as I readied myself for what was to come.

And then it happened. His wet tongue began by prodding at my lips, tickling the outside. Meanwhile, his fingers found their way around the front of my pussy, stroking just above where my clit was. As his tongue pressed harder and harder against my lips, working its way inside of me, his fingers moved closer and closer to my clit, stroking the area around it.

My body began to shake as my clit responded. My knees buckled and my butt sat backwards onto his head. He pulled his hand away from my pussy, holding me up with both his hands as he buried his entire face into me. His tongue spun circles around my pussy, licking every inch of it. It found my clit, licking the tip, and making it swell.

I let out a soft moan as his lips wrapped around it, sucking on it, making it bigger and harder. And as I moaned, as my breathing increased, he worked his rhythm to that of my body, responding when I responded.

With more self-control than I thought I possessed, I managed to pull myself from him, helping him to his knees as I turned. As I did, I spun him around, so that his back was now pressed against the wall of the VIP booth. I then put both hands on his shoulders, pushing him down so that he sat on the bench.

Then, silently, I fell to my knees. He may have intended to make this day all about me, but I didn’t want that. I wanted it to be all about us. That was how it was meant to be.

I rubbed my hands over his already hard package, relishing in the way that his cock shook underneath his pants. Without hesitation, I then unzipped his fly, fishing my hand in his pants until it wrapped around his thick, fleshy member.

It was harder than I had ever seen it, and the moment that it was free, sticking straight in the air, I wrapped my mouth around it. And as I did that, Grant let out a soft, pleasure induced moan.

I opened my throat as much as I could, loving the feeling of his cock sliding down it. I loved the way it pulsated while inside of me, the way it throbbed. I loved feeling his reactions as I ran my tongue over his tip, as I sucked on his head, as I stroked his long shaft. Every move I made warranted a reaction. He squirmed, he shook, he almost pleaded with me to keep going.

And I would have, too. I would have loved nothing more than to suck him until he exploded in my mouth. As my hands fondled his swollen balls, I considered keeping him exactly where he was so that I could taste all of him. But then I remembered that this wasn’t about me or him, but about us. The only thing better than swallowing his load would be to feel it inside of me instead.

So again, with great self-control, I pulled my mouth from his cock, making sure to slap it with my tongue as I did. I then crawled up and kissed him on the lips. To my delight, he didn’t shy away, but kissed me as hard as he could.

His hands found their way to my dripping wet pussy. He fondled me, pressing his fingers inside me, spreading my lips as his fingers rubbed at my clit. As he did that, my hands wrapped around his cock, stroking it and keeping it nice and hard.

All the while, I moved toward him and climbed on top. He slid down, just enough so that I could straddle his legs. Then, his cock still in hand, I sat on him. And as I sat on him, I pressed his huge member up inside of me. Without slowing down, without easing it in, I slid the entire length of him inside me in one go.

I inhaled sharply as he entered me. His girth was like nothing I had ever experienced with another man, and every time we fucked, it seemed to fight against my tight pussy. But I was so wet, I was so ready for him, that I was able to take the whole thing. My lips wrapped around it like a vacuum, sucking it in. The juices from me dripped down the side of his shaft. Even my clit rubbed against it.

And then I rode him. Up and down I moved, bouncing on it, careful to move up far enough so that his head tickled my lips, before sitting back down on it again. And as I sat down, I grinded my hips forward, pressing our bodies closer together. And then, up again I went, only to come back down with the same amount of force.

I rode him as he gripped my ass, guiding me. I rode him as he popped one of my heaving breasts from my corset, biting down on my nipple. I rode him as his hand found its way to my clit, gently stroking it. Up and down. Up and down.

My breathing increased. My body shook. I wanted to scream. I wanted to curse. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. But instead, I chose to show him.

Next, Grant grabbed my right knee, lifting it up and indicating for me to turn around. Keeping him inside me, I lifted the leg over his body, spinning around so that my butt was to him. Reverse cowgirl was the position, and I loved the fact that he would be able to stare at my big juicy behind while I bobbed up and down on his equally big and juicy member.

I squeezed my knees and lips together, really wrapping my pussy around his cock as I got to work. Bouncing even harder than before, my right hand found my clit, and I started to rub it. Up and down. Up and down. I worked him. His hands wrapped themselves around my ass. One spanked me. I screamed for him to do it again, so he did.

I could feel it, too. I knew it was coming. My knees shook, and my body quaked. Despite the heat of the moment, a chilling sensation began to work its way up my legs and through my arms. My body shivered, despite the fire that raged around me.

“Grant, are you... are you...” I tried, unable to say the words.

“So close babe. So—”

His entire body clenched up. I could feel his dick suddenly stiffen inside of me. Knowing what was about to happen, I opened myself up, allowing the sensation to spread through me. As Grant’s movements became more volatile, more reactionary, I stopped bouncing. Instead, I grinded against him. As I did, I felt his warm load inside of me. I felt it pour from the end of his cock and fill me up. And as that happened, I felt my entire body give in. I shook, and I squirmed. Fire roared inside of me, spreading from my clit through my entire body. I wanted to scream and cry. Nothing had ever felt so good.

After it was done, as Grant dripped down the inside of my thigh, I remained where I was for a few moments, my breathing heavy and panting. Grant’s too. His hands were still on my rear, as if they were stuck.

“I think that it’s time to go,” Grant finally said.

Just as he did, I heard a sudden knocking at the front door to the store. “Shit!” I said, pulling myself from Grant. “That must be Brody and Selena.”

“Brody?” he asked.

“Not still jealous, are you?” I smirked as I pulled my panties up, followed by my skirt.

I thought he was going to snap, but instead he smiled, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “Not even a little bit.” As he did his pants up, he continued to stare at me, that same smile on his face. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Tonight? Seeing you, hopefully?” I smiled at the knowledge of what he was going to ask.

He nodded. “How does dinner sound? I think it’s time we actually talk. I think it’s time that we start to work this out. Maybe figure out what this is.”

“I agree,” I said, stepping into him and kissing him again.

After that, he ducked out of the VIP section, making sure to stay low so that those at the door wouldn’t see. From there, he headed into the storage room and to the loading bay out the back, where he could escape into the alley.

Me, though? I made my way to the front door and let the other two workers in. The whole time, I wore a big goofy smile on my face, unable and unwilling to try and hide it. I didn’t care that my hair was a mess and that I was a little sweaty. The day was too good to care about such trivial things. For the first time in the longest time, I was happy.