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  It had filled to my satisfaction, so I turned off the flow and put my focus back on Gracie. She looked so beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling, a little nervous, but even more excited. Her cheeks were tinged with pink, and her lips were still shiny from the gloss she’d applied before we left the party.

  Words escaped me. I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fucking world. Unable to speak, I pointed a finger down and swirled it in a circle, requesting that she turn around. Gracie bit her bottom lip and did as I’d asked.

  I swept her auburn curls over one shoulder, uncovering her zipper. Slowly, I slid it down, watching in fascination as each inch of silky skin was revealed. It ended at the swell of her plump ass and the top gaped forward. I pushed the fabric over her round hips so that the dress floated to the ground. I sucked in a breath and counted to ten so that the sight of her ass encased in white lace didn’t make me come right then.

  Her back was delicate and tapered down to a small waist, then flared into hips made for breeding. My hands went to her rib cage and traveled around to cup her voluptuous tits, making her gasp even as her back arched, thrusting the rounded globes deeper into my palms.

  Gracie had the most delicious hourglass figure, but it also turned me the fuck on to see that she was built for having our babies. I couldn’t wait for her lush breasts to grow bigger and heavier as they filled with milk.

  My cock was tight and swollen to epic proportions, but my determination to make sure Gracie’s first time hurt as little as possible won out over my desire to rip away her panties and sink inside her tight pussy.

  I skimmed my lips over her naked shoulder and gently squeezed her tits. “So fucking beautiful,” I groaned. Reluctantly, I released the plump mounds and glided my hands down to the edge of her lacy underwear. The front and back were held together with thin straps of lace. They tore away easily, and I fisted the material in one hand, bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply. “Fuck,” I grunted as her scent filled my lungs and seeped into my veins. “Even your pussy smells like cherry.”

  Gracie giggled—or tried to, but it became a moan when I cupped her between her legs. “Body wash,” she panted. I shoved her panties into the pocket of my pants before placing my free hand at the base of her throat where I felt the rapid pounding of her heart.

  “You, baby,” I insisted. “It’s all you.” Then I grasped her chin and angled her head so I could devour her mouth in a hungry kiss.

  Gracie attempted to twist around, but I was hanging by a thread, so I held her tighter against me to keep her in place. When I found the strength to end the kiss, we were both shaking with need. Then I took a step back and tried to clear the fog of lust so I could think straight.

  “Bath,” I croaked.

  Gracie spun on her heel, and her lips turned down in a pout. “Only if you get in with me.”

  Closing my eyes, I tried not to picture her magnificent body all wet and dripping with suds. “I can’t,” I rasped because my throat had completely dried up.

  “Hudson.” Her serious tone made me open my eyes, and if I hadn’t been in such an intense fight with my body, I would have smiled at the stubborn tilt of her chin and her determined expression. “You want to be in charge in the bedroom, right?”

  My eyes narrowed at her sly tone. Though we hadn’t gone too far when making out, I’d slowly exerted more and more dominance during our intimate times together, getting her used to my needs while I learned how to please her. I knew how to play her body like an expert with an instrument. Making her come so hard she couldn’t see straight. And that had only been with my fingers. One of my goals in life was to give her so much pleasure at once that she passed out.

  Gracie placed a finger on my chest and began to trace the lines of my muscles, sending little electric shocks to my cock. “What if I promise to let you do anything you want?”

  Intrigued, I took a step forward, closing the gap between us. “Anything?” A list had already begun to form in my head.

  She nodded, her blue eyes peeking up at me through her lashes.

  “And what do you want in return?”

  “Just take a bath with me,” she said with an innocent shrug.

  “That’s all?”

  “Maybe one other thing.”

  I figured.

  I raised an eyebrow and waited for her demand.

  “I’ll tell you once we’re in.” She smiled sweetly as I considered my options.

  The prospect of having the freedom to do whatever I wanted to Gracie was overruling my other objections. “No sex,” I clarified.

  “Deal,” she chirped, her eyes alight with victory.

  In truth, there wasn’t much that Gracie could ask of me that I wouldn't move heaven and earth to give her. To most people, she had a quiet, demure personality. Only her family and close friends had the privilege of seeing her fun, outgoing side. However, the sassy little vixen was just for me, and I loved bringing it out of her.

  She banded her hair up into a bun thing on the top of her head, then took my hand so I could help her into the steaming water. I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and joined her. She snuggled up to me, sitting between my legs with her back against my front. I wasn’t sure how comfortable it was with my long, hard cock pressed into her back between us.

  I bent my head low and kissed along the bare skin from her shoulder to her neck, then switched to do the same on the other side. “Out with it, baby,” I demanded, impatient to know what she wanted.

  She opened her legs so they hung on the sides of mine and wiggled her sexy little ass, making me gasp at the wave of pleasure that rolled over me. “First,” she purred. “Make me come.”

  My eyes dropped to the apex between her thighs and her...fuck...bare mound. I could just see her puffy lips, and my mouth watered with the desire to suck on them. Later.

  I bent my knees and raised them up so I had my feet flat on the bottom of the tub. With her legs slung over mine, it opened her up even more by widening my own. My gaze was glued to her center as I glided my palms down her arms to her wrists. With a firm grip, I brought her hands up and round my neck. “Lock your hands together,” I commanded. “And don’t let go.”

  “Okay,” she whispered unsteadily, her pelvis already undulating in search of relief.

  I placed a hand on each of her thighs, inching them closer to her sex until I could pull her folds back with my thumbs. She’d slouched a little and our height difference made it possible to see all of her pink, swollen pussy in this position. “So pretty,” I murmured. I used my middle finger to swipe up the center and press on her taut bud.

  “Hudson!” Gracie cried, thrusting up for more of my touch. My hands immediately went to her hips and I held her in place.

  “Keep still, baby,” I growled. “I’ll give you your orgasm, but I’ll do it when I fucking want to.”

  She whimpered but nodded.

  My hands returned to the same placement between her legs, and before I began to play with her again, a thought hit me. “One other thing. I want to hear you, Gracie. Your moans and cries of pleasure, I want to hear you call my name, and when I make you come, I want to hear you screaming it. Let everyone know who owns this pussy.”

  Gracie trembled as she hissed, “Yes. I understand. Now get on with it!”

  “If your ass wasn’t underwater right now, you'd be wearing my handprint,” I growled in her ear.

  “Please.”

  “Kiss me,” I ordered. She tipped her head back, and I took her mouth in a passionate, wild kiss while my fingers started working to whip her into a frenzy. Our tongues danced and tasted, then mine began to thrust in and out as two fingers mimicked the movement in her snug channel.

  I’d been working to stretch her over the past few months, and I had managed to push in two digits, three when she climaxed, but she was still tight as fuck. The feel of her clamping around them and the knowledge that she would soon be doing the same to my cock nearly pushed me over the edge. Instead, I channe
led it into my effort to drive Gracie over the edge of sanity.

  A few minutes later, she ripped her mouth away and cried out as her head thrashed from side to side. “Hudson! Yes! Oh, yes!”

  Her body kicked up again, and I bit her earlobe in warning. “I’m trying,” she whined.

  “Do you want to come, Gracie?”

  “Yes, I need it!”

  “Then try harder,” I growled.

  I kept pumping two fingers inside her while I pressed my thumb down on her clit and rubbed in circles.

  “Oh! Oh! Hudson, don’t stop! Yes! Yes!”

  I could feel the tension in her lower body and how she fought to stay still, making me grunt in approval. “Good girl, baby.” Then I rewarded her by pinching her clit hard as I dragged my digits over her most sensitive inner spot.

  Gracie screamed my name as she fell apart in my arms, and though I tried, I wasn’t able to keep from spurting my seed all over my stomach and her back.

  “Shit,” I groaned as relief filled my body. I was still hard as fuck, but the pain had lessened a minute amount.

  Once she stopped shuddering and her pulse began to descend, I gathered her in my arms and stood to step out of the tub. I cradled her close as I made my way to the shower and turned it on. It heated up quickly, and I stepped under the stream of water before letting her legs fall so she could stand.

  “Hey,” she grumbled. “I wasn’t done with our bath.”

  I chuckled and kissed her quickly before grabbing a bar of soap. “I figured we should actually get clean before we move to the bedroom.”

  Considering our states of arousal and the fact that I was standing with the wet, naked, woman of my dreams, I washed us both quickly, not lingering anywhere that would risk distracting me.

  Once I was done, I reached for the handle, but her small hand stilled mine.

  “What about our deal?” Her brow knitted and she frowned up at me.

  “I gave you—”

  “No, I said first I wanted you to make me come.”

  I nodded at the reminder. “And you did. What else is it that you want, baby?”

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  Hudson

  She placed her palms flat on my chest and pushed me backward, though we both knew I only moved because I chose to.

  A few more steps and my back hit the wall of the shower.

  “For years, you’ve been pleasuring me and have never let me return the favor.”

  My heart started to pound in my chest. “It wasn’t tit for tat, baby. I love seeing you fall apart for me.”

  “Did it ever occur to you that I might want the same thing?” Her tone was scolding and her expression fierce, but she was so fucking adorable I had to hide my grin.

  And, I couldn’t deny that she had a point. I hadn’t really thought about it being the other way around.

  I watched her through heavy-lidded eyes for a moment, noticing how her gaze kept dipping hungrily to where my cock was hard and standing proud between us.

  “You want to suck me off, baby?” My knees went weak at just the thought of her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft.

  Her mouth curved into a wicked smile as she nodded.

  I swallowed hard and gave her the opportunity to change her mind with a warning. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to give you control, Gracie. If I lose it, I’ll end up fucking your mouth instead of the other way around, and I don’t want to hurt or scare you.”

  “Hudson, you’re always saying we were made for each other. Trust that.”

  Maybe if I hadn’t also been a virgin, the thought of her blowing my cock might not have chased away the final remnants of my common sense. I might have had the strength to convince her to wait a bit so that I had more stamina and wouldn't lose control with her.

  But I was a virgin in every way, and the thought of her making me come with her mouth consumed me. I wanted her to suck me more than I wanted my next breath.

  I blindly felt along the wall next to the shower until my hand hit thick, fluffy material. Snatching the towel from the bar, I folded it a few times, then dropped it on the ground in front of me. I helped Gracie onto her knees, and my dick jumped under her lusty gaze.

  “I knew you were big,” she breathed, “but wow.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked one more time, praying she hadn’t changed her mind once she caught sight of my dick.

  “Hudson?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Shut up.”

  I laughed, but it sounded like a gurgle from someone being strangled to death. Gracie inspected my length, and I took the opportunity to remove her hair tie and let her damp curls tumble down around her. She curled her tiny hand around as much of my girth as she could, then leaned in and licked up the vein that traveled from base to crown.

  “Fuck,” I grunted as I stared at the ceiling with my hands fisted tight at my sides.

  I started to shake when the tip of my cock was suddenly surrounded by wet warmth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted quietly. I could see the edge of my sanity moving closer and closer.

  Gracie sucked hard once before bobbing her head a few times and swirling her tongue around the tip. When a bit of come oozed from the slit, she lapped it up and hummed appreciatively.

  Somehow, I managed to keep holding back.

  Then she took as much of me in her mouth as she could—all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged a little and pulled back. I was about to tell her to stop when she went down again. This time, when I hit the back, she worked through her gag reflex.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted when she swallowed the fat head of my cock.

  And there went my sanity.

  My hands dived into Gracie’s hair and fisted the strands hard so she couldn’t move her head without my guidance. My dick popped out of her mouth, and she looked up at me. But where I expected to see surprise, I saw triumph and burning need.

  “Were you trying to make me lose control, Gracie?” I growled.

  Her cheeks turned pink, and she tried to nod, but I had too tight of a grip on her hair. “Yes,” she admitted in a whisper.

  “Be careful what you wish for, baby. Now open.”

  She dutifully complied, opening her mouth wide. I held her where I wanted and groaned as I slid my shaft between her lips again. “Suck it, Gracie,” I demanded. “Hard.”

  I watched her as she hollowed out her cheeks and peeked up at me through her lashes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby. But seeing you like this, on your knees with your mouth full of my cock, it’s sexier than I could have imagined.”

  She swirled her tongue around me before sucking again, dragging a deep groan from my lips. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  My hips involuntarily punched forward until I hit the back of her throat again. She gagged, and I retreated. But I was too far fucking gone, and no sooner had I pulled almost all the way out did I punch back it. Gracie did better that time, attempting to control her gag reflex and breathe through her nose. “Good girl,” I praised. “That’s it. Suck me hard while I fuck your pretty mouth. Oh, fuck yeah. Don’t let me go, baby. Fight me. Just like that. Oh, fuck!” Gracie’s eyes began to water as I held her head in place and sped up, thrusting in and out, faster and faster. She did her best to keep my cock in her mouth, and the vise-like grip built pressure at the base of my spine.

  The next time I went all the way in, I paused. “Swallow,” I ordered. “Fuck!” I roared when she did as she was told. I lost my mind at that moment, barely aware of what was happening except the pleasure rocketing through me from my cock. “So good. Fucking swallow every time I hit your throat, Gracie!” I snarled, completely lost to the animal inside me as I rutted in her mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m going to come.” I’d been watching myself disappear inside her mouth with utter fascination, but Gracie had closed her eyes to try to relax her throat when I lost control.

  I tugged on her hair, and she opened her eyes, her blue pools burning with lust as she stared up at me. She was right. W
e were fucking made for each other.

  “I’m gonna come, Gracie. And you’ll swallow every drop, is that clear?”

  She hummed her agreement, and on my next thrust, her teeth scraped lightly across my sensitive skin while one of her hands began to play with my balls.

  “Gracie!” I roared as my climax barreled through me with the speed of a train. When I exploded, I blew so hard that spots danced in my vision. On the very periphery of my mind was the concern that I was releasing so much seed that she might choke on it, but when I attempted to back off, she clenched my butt cheeks and held me in place.

  My knees gave out, and I released Gracie’s hair as I slid down the wall to land on my ass. “Holy shit,” I panted. “Have you been practicing that with a banana or something? Because...holy shit.”

  Gracie laughed as she collapsed against me. “No, I guess I’m just a natural. Then again, you don’t have anything to compare it to.” She giggled even harder, and while I wanted to laugh with her, I didn’t have the strength.

  After a few minutes, I finally felt strong enough to speak. I lifted her chin and gazed into her gorgeous blue eyes with all the love in my heart. “I don’t need anything to compare you to in order to confirm you are amazing. Because you were made for me, which means no one would ever be able to live up to you.”

  Gracie’s cheeks bloomed with crimson as she beamed at me. Then she gave me an adorably crooked little smile. “Think you can stand?” she ribbed, poking me in the chest.

  “Give me a minute.” I was still a little light-headed.

  “Maybe we should just get some sleep,” she suggested softly.

  Amazing how that worked like a shot of caffeine. My cock jumped to attention, and adrenaline shot through my veins.

  “Are you trying to get out of your end of our deal, Grace Carrington?” I accused with a mock glare.

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