Page 55 of Saving Grace

He refused to cum.

There were at least five men in the room and they didn’t seem to be going anywhere soon.

But I knew my part would finally coming to an end. He was close.

Relief washed over me when his dick started to throb in my mouth. I sucked harder, stroking my tongue over the long vein that ran the entire length of his shaft. I relaxed my aching jaw, letting more of him slip into the back of my throat. Cupping his balls, I massaged the tight flesh.

A hiss slipped out of the back of his throat.

His thighs were quaking

His hand gripped my hair tighter.

“Get out,” it was a quiet command that barely reached my ears but his men somehow heard it.

The carpeted floor muffled their steps but the door slamming closed was loud and clear.

“Ouch!” I winced.

My scalp burned as he dragged me by my hair up from between his legs. I purposely scraped my teeth over his rigid shaft as I went but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Ride me.” He instructed before I was barely on my feet. I jumped to obey. I didn’t want to poke the devil and find out what other ways he had thought up to punish me.

But even then I didn’t move fast enough for him. Not giving me time to situate myself, he scooted to the edge of his chair, pulling me down on top of him impaling me.

I clenched my teeth through the pain. If I weren’t already wet he’d probably tore something.

Roughly gripping my chin, he brought my face down to his. Our lips almost touched. But he didn’t kiss me. Grunting, he breathed his anger into my mouth.

With his free hand at my waist, he guided me down onto his dick as he gave me punishing upward strokes. He let his grip on my waist go when I started fucking him back without guidance.

He sped up. “Take it.” He demanded as he slipped two thick fingers into my ass while retaining the hold in my jaw.

Joke was on him. I was taking it and enjoying it. I reveled in the slight pain, the double penetration. Enjoyed his harshly whispered words. Heat bloomed in my stomach and was spreading like wildfire throughout my body. My pussy was clenching so hard I could feel every vein in his dick.

I was about to cum.

He was about to cum too. I knew it when he finally let our mouths touch. He ran his tongue along the seam. He pressed pliant lips to mine. Then squeezed my jaw applying the right amount of pressure to part my lips. He forcefully buried his tongue into my mouth.

A low moan slipped from the back of my throat.

I kissed him back, swirling my tongue with his. Even more fervently than he kissed me. `I loved kissing Atticus, even when I didn’t like him.

Just as I felt myself about to burst. He stood.. I fell from his lap, my ass hitting the carpeted floor hard. His cum running out of me.

I snapped at him from my place at his feet. “Why would you do that?”

Ignoring my question, without even sparing me a glance, He said.” When I come for you tonight, be in your bed. Unless you want me to fuck you exactly where I find you next time.” He shoved his dick back into his unzipped dress pants, tucked his shirt in.

Some nights when I didn’t want to be bothered I had been sleeping in the library right next to our son’s room, thinking it might detour him from coming to me those nights. It had, but I guess that was no longer an option. The thought of my son catching us made my chest hurt.

The door slammed as Atticus left his office.

He was such an insufferable asshole.

Tired mentally and physically, instead of getting up I let myself fall back onto the carpeted floor and closed my eyes.

I couldn’t keep living like this. I had to find a way to get away from Atticus and his clan.