Lust sparked in her eyes and her lids lowered another fraction. She was the most unique combination of sweetness and seductress. She liked the dirty talk. Liked the rough stuff. Let him have control then played by his rules. She took her share of discomfort to get to the reward of extreme pleasure.
She was very close to winning Grant’s complete respect.
But those thoughts vanished as Faith rubbed the head of his cock across her pussy, settling him at her entrance. She pressed her hand to his abdomen and licked her lips again. Grant didn’t waste a second, he rocked his hips and pushed his head into her heat.
She inhaled sharply, and her eyes glazed over. Another wave of pleasure flooded Grant’s body and he gritted his teeth around a groan. But that didn’t control the need to move. And after controlling himself so completely while delivering pleasure to Faith, he let go now, withdrew and thrust again, still just a couple of inches.
“Oh, fuck...” he rasped. She was so goddamned tight. And hot. And slick. And soft.
She was fucking heaven. And he was so fucking high on her.
“More,” she murmured. “Feels so good.” Her hand clutched at his gut, her nails scoring his skin.
“More, more, more.”
Her little pleas in that cloud-nine voice was as effective as her pussy around his cock at making him give her exactly what she wanted. He tightened his hand on her face as if that would give him a deeper connection and held her gaze as he thrust.
“Ah...”
Her little high-pitched sound of pleasure and surprise, spurred him and he rocked back, contracted the gluts he worked on all year and thrusts again.
“Oh, God...” Her head tipped back, pulling from his grasp, and hit the wall. “Again, again, again.”
“Look...at me,” he ordered in a voice that sounded like something from Lord of the Rings.
She lowered her gaze, but her head listed sideways and ended up resting in his palm. And that’s where she stayed as he thrust until he’d scored a path for his entire cock into her pussy and his balls slapped her flesh.
Then leaving her shoulders against the wall, he took a step back, putting her body at a forty-five degree angle to his. Her chest rocked with quick breaths. Her skin was smooth and flushed. Her body toned and supple. God she was gorgeous. And all his.
All his.
His gut fluttered. He didn’t understand the thrill of that. Or the drive to exploit it. But he’d have to think about that later because his body was out of patience.
He pushed Faith’s head upright and closed his fingers in her hair until she winced. “Are you ready to scream, Faith?”
Already panting, Faith licked the seam of her lips. And nodded.
Grant pulled out, engaged his gluts and thrust. And his first free, rabid drive into Faith Nicholas was more glorious than his best fantasy. Smooth. Soft. Warm. Slick. And so fucking tight. Heaven. Absolute heaven.
Faith’s hips hit the wall. The head of Grant’s cock slammed Faith. And she cried out, half shock, half pleasure.
His second drive was euphoric, ending in another cry of pleasure from Faith along with a tight squeeze of her pussy.
Grant put all of himself into his work, his mission, and this moment. Faith on display and at his mercy. Her perky tits rocking, her abdominal muscles flexing, his cock impaling her sweet pussy. Their bodies in perfect sync, striving for the same goal—mutual ultimate pleasure.
“Ah, God, Grant—“ Her fingernails dug into his forearms and the sting added an edgy excitement. “Grant, fuck... So good.”
Sweat slipped down his temple. It felt amazing. This was great sex. The kind that worked up a sweat when you didn’t notice because it so good it hadn’t seemed like work at all.
Faith lifted to meet him and Grant put more power behind his thrust until his balls stung with each hit. And fuck that was good. Everything about this was good.
He gritted his teeth and growled, picking up speed to satisfy Faith’s demands, which drove his own. Faster than he preferred. Damn woman. She fucked up his control.
“Oh my God... Oh my God...” He half-laughed, half-cried the words, arching, head dropped back, every muscle in her beautiful body stretched tight. A sight Grant wished he could memorize. “Ah, fuck, Gra—“
Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy cranked down on Grant’s cock so hard, his throat closed. His body broke and his orgasm slammed through him like a lighting crack. He lost his balance and put out a hand to catch the wall, wrapping his other arm around Faith and steadied them as they both floated back to baseline.
Once Grant’s muscles released the last orgasmic quake, they gave. Still, he reluctantly pulled from Faith’s body, making a mental note to take her to bed next time so they could both sink into a comfortable mattress after. Then set her down. She wasn’t any more stable, using the wall to keep her up.