Page 48 of Saving Grace
I twisted my body, but it was a futile effort. "Let me go or I’m going to scream."
The cold smile he gave me was unnerving.
"Do it." He let my throat go. I opened my mouth to do just that but only a gasp came out because with his now free hand, he lifted my skirt and snatched my panties clean off in one tug.
Using his thick thigh, he forced my legs apart. He let go of my wrist, bent and gripped my right leg and hooked it over his arm. Spreading me open. I was forced to stop fighting against him and grab a hold of his shoulder to keep myself from falling.
“What are—”
"Shut up and scream, Grace. Come on, I'll do it with you.” He yelled in my face. “My wife is probably right outside the door. You seem to give a fuck about her feelings, but I don’t."
His voice was so loud I knew if she was outside she’d hear everything he was saying.
“I'd get off on her coming in and finding my dick buried inside you. You don’t know how fucking much I hate that woman.” He confessed.
He tilted my head back as he swirled his coarse tongue up the pulse of my neck.
Stopping right next to my ear, he rasped. “You remember how I spread you across the desk and fucked you in front of your husband. How about we recreate that moment for her?”
Yes, I remembered.
My body immediately reacted to the flash of memories from the past as heat flushed over my skin. My pussy oozed. I hated myself for easily I was melting for him.
I think I’d always react to Atticus. Even if mentally, I wanted to hate him my body and heart were his.
He brushed the rough pad of his thumb over my clit, then he pinched it sending my body into overload.
My eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure but I still managed to say. “Stop Atticus,” I struggled against his hold as much as I could.
“Stop? Why, Why would I do that? And shouldn’t you be screaming?”
He slid two thick fingers inside of me.
I whimpered. “Please Atticus?”
He began to pump his fingers in and out of me at the agonizingly slow pace until I felt constricted in my own skin.
“Please what, Grace?”
“Please don’t do this.” I whined.
In response he shifted our bodies so that I was completely supported against the wall. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to at that particular moment. Lust and anger were a heady combination. I was ready to be fucked and fucked hard.
I heard his belt being undone
I squirmed against him, trying to wriggle free. “Stop, Atticus, this--" my words became lodged in the back of my throat when I felt the head of his dick pushing against my slick opening. Lust chased away anger. The anticipation of feeling him inside me took the fight out of me.
Without care, he thrust inside my slick walls roughly, forcing my pussy to stretch, to accommodate him. We both let out gasp.
Oh god!I forgot how much I liked the feeling of being filled and stroked and caressed. I hadn’t had sex in a long time. When I said I was done with men for a while I meant it. Atticus had been the last man inside me.
“Damn, I been dreaming about this pussy for years. Ain’t no way I’m letting it go again.” he said, raising my leg higher. He started moving, slamming his hips into mine.
I draped my arms around his neck.
His heavy breathing was as loud as the incoherent sounds escaped my throat..
Digging my teeth into my bottom lip I tried my hardest to silence myself as he drove in and out of me at a steady pace.