Page 76 of Mr. Green

“Don’t ever apologize. You okay?” I make eye contact with her.

“I’m okay. I never thought I could feel so seen by someone. I’m really happy, I promise.”

“Tell me if I did anything wrong.”

“You didn’t. Thank you, Grant.” She kisses me.

I pull away and search her eyes for something telling me she’s sad, but she looks okay.

“I want more,” she tells me as she grabs my cock. “I want this inside me,” she whispers in my ear. Her look goes from happy to lust-filled desire.

“Undress me, baby.” She whisks my shirt over my head. I grab the condom out of my pocket and then she slides down my pants, finally releasing my cock that can’t wait to be buried deep inside that pussy.

I pick her up like she’s a bride and carry her to the bed. There’s a trail of rose petals and candles lit in the bedroom. I place her down in front of it and try to take off her lingerie. It’s some sort of tie thing and it’s taking me too long to figure it out, so I rip it and throw it to the side. I need access to these tits immediately.

“Hey!”

“Shhh, baby,” I whisper into her neck and then kiss it. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

I move from her neck down to one of her tits, taking the other in my hand. Her tits are fucking amazing. More than a handful, with taut nipples. I could stay here with my face buried in these ladies all night. I think Iwill.

I sit on the bed and put Lana on top of me. Then adjust the pillows so my face is level with her chest and make sure one of her nipples is in my mouth at all times. She responds with moans every time I flick her nipple with my tongue. Once I’ve played with her girls for a bit, I place a condom on, point my dick at her pussy, and thrust.

“Damn, Grant. That feels so good.”

I pull my mouth from her tits, replace it with my hand, and flick. “Yeah, baby. I know how much you like that cock stuffed in you.”

I put my mouth on her tit again, switching from side to side. She responds with more moans and then her pussy clenches. There’s two, but I want more from her. She loves my dirty mouth and she likes it anywhere. On her body, on her lips, talking.

I thrust inside her nice and slow. Then I pound at the end. She likes to feel every inch, just like I do. She’s arching her back, giving me easier access. I slap her ass and then grab the tit not covered by my mouth. She’s matching every thrust by moving those hips of hers.

Her body is fucking phenomenal. It’s got curves in every right place. Her tits are full, her ass is fucking rocking, and those legs are toned with just the right amount of meat. Thinking about it is making me want to come.

I can’t come; we just got started.

I can’t stop grabbing her as I thrust my cock deep, then deeper. I’m holding her ass cheeks and spreading them as I nibble on her tit.I wonder if she’d ever let me fuck her up the ass. Oh, God, the thought almost makes me come. Fuck, this woman.

“You need to come baby. You feel too fucking good,” I grunt.

I count my thrusts. Numbers will hold me off for a little while longer. I flick her nipple, slap her ass, dig into her hips. I let her control the way she wants it for amoment. I count her moving up and then down. It’s slow and tender and she keeps her tits right by my mouth. She arches more and grabs around to my balls. I can’t last long with her pushing all the right buttons.

I slap her ass. “Come for me, baby.”

She moans my name and starts spasming. I grab her tit as I come, drenched in sweat. She collapses on top of me, nuzzling into my neck. I hold her without pulling out as her heart races against my chest and her breathing in my ear. I give her one more slap to the ass and grab hold of it. If I stay inside her, I might be ready for round two in no time.

She has other plans as she pulls away and lays on her side, facing me.

“You’re really good at that,” she tells me, hiding her tits with her arms.

I smirk. “Thanks. You too, baby girl.” I kiss the top of her head.

She gives me a lopsided grin like she’s not sure what I’m talking about.

“I like seeing you light up, Sunshine.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like when you’re cooking. You have a tiny smile, you look focused, and serene. Is it the same feeling you get at your job?”