Page 74 of Grace's Redemption

I rode it out, waiting for him to finish.

The pain in the front of my thighs radiated to my feet and my legs went numb. Tiny little needles of pain worked their way up to the top of my thighs, like when your leg falls asleep and you try and walk on it.

I placed my forehead to the workbench, not in submission, but in defeat. Mase was up to his old tricks.

Hurting me was his gift.

Mase suddenly stilled.

As if reading my thoughts.

He pulled out of me and backed away.

I stood and turned around.

He stumbled back and slumped to the ground.

His hair fell into his face.

He looked so sweet and sad there on the floor. His shoulders slumped, his hands in his lap.

I dropped down next to him.

I pushed the hair out of his eyes and lifted his chin. He had tears streaming down his face.

He ran a hand over my face. It was like he used to look at me.

I leaned down and kissed him.

He kissed me back. It was slow and gentle and sweet. I ran my tongue over his swollen lips. Sucked on the place where I bit him and drew blood. He did the same to me. Take his time to explore. I took my time getting familiar with him.

I straddled his lap.

We both groaned as I lowered myself down on his hard cock.

I rocked on his lap, slow and steady.

Mase watched me.

He felt so good.

My lady parts remembered what it felt like to be full of Mase. Even in anger, his touch set me on fire.

Hard and slow. Intense and hot.

We fucked with our senses, our eyes staring each other down, our lips kissing, tasting each other. Our hands feeling. It was the one thing I missed most when Mase left, the way he touched. His touch was everything to me. It made me feel secure, safe, and complete.

When we were together, it felt new and fresh and wondrous.

It was love to me.

I bounced harder down on Mase’s cock.

He gripped my hips and thrusted up.

He sat up and my clit rubbed up against his body as I came down on his cock.

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and held me as he kissed me hard.