“Josh…” she panted, gripping the chair so tight her hand had gone numb. Glancing down, she found his eyes closed, long golden lashes soft against his cheek, an expression of bliss on his face, that sexy mouth covering her breast again and again. “Josh…I can’t…”
As if knowing she was trying to tell him she couldn’t wait, he pushed deep into her body and…did something…exquisite. Something that made the razor edge of heaven streak through her body, made her mouth drop, made her throat close around a scream of ecstasy.
Then he scraped his teeth over her nipple and she felt the bite all the way to her pussy, shooting her over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The orgasm hit her so hard, her body jerked and she fell forward. Josh caught her around the waist and held her tight as the orgasm ripped through her body in shards of pleasure and light. Smaller pleasure shocks rippled through her, pussy clenching, clit tingling, belly quivering.
She hadn’t even found the
strength to open her eyes, when Josh gripped her waist, lifted her off the ground and drew her over his lap.
Her knee caught on the edge of the chair, and Josh hauled it free, dragging her thighs to straddle his own. “Sorry, fuck… Can’t wait… Jesus, Grace… Look at me, baby.” With one hand positioning his cock against her slick sex, he gripped her face with the other and dragged her gaze to his. “Look at me.”
As soon as her heavy-lidded eyes latched on to his, he lifted, pressing the head of his cock past the tightness of her entrance. The stretch, the burn, the pressure—it was exquisite, and Grace closed her eyes on a sound between a moan and a cry.
Josh froze. His hand tightened on her face. “Grace?”
“So good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
“Jesus…” His muscles uncoiled, and he shoved her skirt up, fisted it against her hip as he lowered her in excruciatingly slow increments onto his cock. But he was thick, and long and by the time she surrounded him, they were both dripping sweat. “Fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight.”
She tried to smile but half winced instead. “I don’t get out much.”
“That’s insane.” He kissed her lips. “You’re so hot, so gorgeous…” He kissed her neck, giving her time to adjust to his size. “God, you feel so fucking good…”
“Man,” she laughed, tipping her head, giving him room to slide his mouth to her collarbone. “You’re a talker…”
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long…”
“Then let’s get this show started.” She tipped her head, kissed his lips, and whispered, “Hook your feet on the chair rungs, and hold on for the ride.”
Josh’s thighs tensed beneath her as he repositioned his boots, and she met his gaze, stroking her hands up her body and sweeping her bikini top off over her head. Josh’s hungry eyes fell to her breasts. She continued to slide her hands around her neck, beneath her hair, and collected the silky mass into messy handfuls.
Then she started to move. She didn’t know if this rhythm came naturally to all women or if her dancing made it feel so perfect, but dragging his thick cock against her walls and driving him back in until the pressure tugged on her clit and spread pressure through her pelvis felt beautiful and perfect and as primal as breathing.
“You are more woman than I ever dreamed of.” His hands traveled over her body, his gaze following. “Sexier than my hottest fantasy.”
Her second orgasm built fast and deep, a push of pleasure every time she sank over him. She gripped the back of the chair and used her thighs to pump harder, faster.
Josh’s hands cupped her head, drawing his mouth to hers, where his kiss was erotic and loose and wet, just like their sex. Then he broke away his hands sliding over her breasts, pinching her nipples, shooting twin shocks of pleasure straight between her legs. He gripped her waist, his big, rough hands spanning across smooth, delicate skin, and drew her down on his cock harder while lifting into her.
The head of his cock hit that place deep, deep inside her that squirted pleasure through her body, and she moaned.
“You like it hard?”
“Hard and deep. I can’t get enough.”
Josh leveraged the rungs of the chair. His thighs, rock hard and warm, clenched on every upward thrust. His hands pulled her hips down to meet him.
“Oh shit, yes,” she breathed, her chest inflating with another climax. “God, perfect.” Another slam, and she whimpered at the extreme perfection of it. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His thrusts grew faster, creating a perfect rhythm. “Look at me, Gracie.”
She opened heavy lids and found a level of heat in his gaze she couldn’t ever remember seeing in any man, not even Isaac. Josh was focused, intense, determined. And she realized she wasn’t owning him, he was owning her.
And that was exactly what she wanted—to be his.
She released the chair with one hand, cupped his face, and pressed her forehead to his.