Page 19 of Grace's Revelation

His cock remained inside of me, sitting at the entrance, not deep enough for what I wanted.

“You backing down?” I said. He brought out my playful side.

If my girls could hear me now, they didn’t know this side of me. Stick didn’t play coy… she was direct and honest.

“From what?” He rubbed the inside of my thigh.

“From the challenge.” I grabbed my breast and squeezed my nipple.

“Why would I do that?” Mase’s gaze followed my hand.

I squeezed my other breast and ran my hand down to my stomach.

“Maybe you’re not up for it.” I giggled and dipped my hand between us. I rubbed my fingers through my folds, around his cock and back toward my clit.

“Something about me begging you to stop.” I bit my lip.

He grunted. He was such a caveman.

“Go ahead Mase,” I gripped the base of his cock. “Do your worst, Mr. Scott.”

He growled and grabbed my hips.

And, gave me the best of his worst.

He hate fucked me with love.

I grabbed his hands and rocked with him.

All his pain and anger he poured into me.

It brought pleasure to us both.

The orgasm rose in my body like white lightning, it ended in my core and shock waves spread through out my body. I barely came down before Mase rolled us over and fucked me from underneath.

Orgasm number two crested.

He had me on my back again, fucking me missionary with the hip movements of a fuck machine, in smooth pistoning movements like a Harley shifting into the next gear. He was consistent, strong, and unrelenting.

I screamed his name over and over again, not able to comprehend how and why the pain and anguish sparked pleasure deep inside of my soul.

What would he do next?

I could simply hold on and enjoy the ride.

His relentless pounding, caused a nice buzz on every nerve in my body. By the time he exploded in and on me, I was spent.

He wasn’t done.

He used his come and ran his fingers though my folds. My pussy was sore, my skin sensitive to his touch.

“You’re so wet, Gracie.” He tilted his head. His cocky brow rose as he put another finger inside of me.

I moaned. My brain told me to close my legs, push him away. It was too much.

They laid, splayed wide open and ready for Mase’s next onslaught.

“One, more,” he said.