Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I should have known she wasn’t as ‘fine’ as she kept claiming. It was just her way of never letting anyone else worry about her, take care of her.
But all that shit, it came out when you were asleep and unable to lie to yourself anymore.
I knew I should keep moving, mind my business, go upstairs and let her mind work through the situation.
Did I do that?
Of course not.
“Hey,” I said, leaning down to place a hand on her hip over the blankets. “Gracie, wake up,” I demanded. Then, with a little shake, “Wake up.”
Her eyes shot open, wide and unseeing for a second.
“It’s just me. You were having a nightmare,” I told her as she slow-blinked at me.
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“Yeah. I heard you crying in your sleep.”
“No,” she said, slowly folding up until she was sitting off the edge of the mattress, her head angled up to look at me.
It was then I noticed the flush over her cheeks, down her neck.
At some point, she’d changed out of the oversized outfit I’d put on her with the hopes that it might keep me from imagining what was beneath. Instead, she was in a matching baby blue silk pajama set with shorts and a tank top. And that damn tank top was not hiding much. Beneath the thin material, the round swells of her breasts were clearly outlined. As were the pointed buds of her nipples from the cool basement air.
The sounds from her ‘nightmare’ came back to me.
I’d been quick to assume they were distressed cries.
But that flush on her, that suggested it was a different kind of cry entirely.
“Gracie,” I said as her hands slid up my sides toward my hips. There was a warning in my voice. A warning of what? I wasn’t sure. Maybe that I didn’t have the control to hold back this time like I had in the past.
“I was having a dream,” she admitted, voice still husky with sleep. “But it was a good one,” she said.
Her hands slid inward, fingers brushing across my stomach.
I was rock-fucking hard already.
The heated look in her eyes said she was just as far gone as I felt.
I had to stop her.
But her hand slipped. Her fingers pushed my button through the hole. Then my zipper was sliding down.
My breath felt caught behind my ribcage, tight, suffocating.
Any second now, I would push her away.
But then her hand slipped.
Her palm closed around my cock.
And any chance of moving away disappeared.
A low, rumbling sound moved through the basement. It took an embarrassing amount of time before I realized the sound came from my own chest.
I was too busy listening to the way Gracie gasped, to how her eyes widened as she fisted me and stroked down my length.
My fucking knees felt wobbly.
Then her head ducked.
Her lips parted.
She sucked me in.
A long, deep groan escaped me as her mouth moved down my cock.
My hand slapped down on the back of her neck, fingers curling in as I tried to suck in a deep breath.
She kept sliding down and down and down until she let out a soft choking sound.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Then I was gathering up her hair, fisting it at the back of her neck so I could watch her as she started to move up and down my length.
Slow at first. Maybe a little shy.
Then faster and faster as my breath got short and quick, as my hips rocked into her mouth, as my hand gripped her shoulder hard.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned as she drove me closer and closer to the edge.
She moaned around my cock, the sound vibrating around me, making my body tense, every muscle shaking.
Her lips tightened.
Then that was it.
Then the climax was swelling, surging, exploding, flooding her mouth. She just sucked, and swallowed, and sucked some more, making my legs go numb, making my body shake, and my hand slam into the bunk above me or I was sure I would sink to my knees.
Her mouth worked me for just a few more seconds. Then her tongue was tracing over the head before her face shifted, pressing into my stomach as she caught her own breath.
It took a long moment before a single clear thought could penetrate the orgasm haze swirling around my mind.
And it was a vital one.
The line hadn’t just been toed.
I’d stomped all over it now by letting her go down on me.
My hand relaxed on her hair, releasing it, then gently rubbing the back of her neck.
A soft little sigh escaped her at the touch.
And whatever the fuck was left of my control right then snapped.
I reached down, grabbed her, pulled her to her feet, then turned her back against my chest, and slid my hand down the waistband of her shorts and panties.
A sharp whimper escaped her as a shiver racked her body.