One Love, Davenport, Fiona [most inspirational books of all time TXT] 📗

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. We 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.

4 Hudson

She gazed up at me, her wide blue eyes full of innocence. “What? I don’t know what you mean.” Then she batted her eyelashes, and I chuckled.

“I left a present for you in the closet,” I informed her, smoothly changing the subject.

As expected, Gracie’s eyes lit with excitement. She scrambled to her feet, grabbed a towel, and rushed out of the bathroom. Still a little rattled from her incredible mouth, I took a bit longer to stand. With a twist of the handle, I turned off the rain shower and reached for the other towel, wrapping it around my waist as I stepped out.

Gracie popped back into the bathroom with her package and pretty much shoved me out the door.

Laughing, I dried off and secured the towel around my waist again, then walked to the bed and turned down the covers. My energy had begun to build back up, and I couldn’t sit still while I waited for her to reappear, so I paced the length of the room a few times.

Just as I’d started to worry that she hadn’t liked my present, the door finally clicked and began to open. I held my breath, almost afraid to trust that this moment had arrived at last.

The light from the bathroom created a halo effect around Gracie as she took a few shy steps into the bedroom. I’d almost chosen a black teddy for our first time together, but at the last minute had decided to go with white—although the black and several other items were in a bag in the closet for later.

We would get married someday, but we’d already belonged to each other in every single way by then, other than a legal sheet of paper. In a moment of whimsy—that would easily cause me to lose my man card—I chose her outfit in keeping with the traditions of a white wedding.

We were both virgins, and tonight we would give each other this final gift that we’d been saving and pledge ourselves for eternity.

Gracie’s tiny, curvy body was encased in white lace so thin it played peekaboo with her pale skin. It hugged her body from the tips of her breasts to the tops of her thighs, held up by a single strap over each shoulder. Her auburn curls had begun to dry and floated around her in soft waves, her face was scrubbed clean of makeup, and her feet were adorably bare with the exception of a sparkly toe ring and pale pink polish. It was simple, yet she made it look like a million-dollar outfit.

“Damn, Gracie,” I breathed.

She giggled, and her cheeks turned pink even as she winked seductively. “Like what you see?”

I nearly swallowed my tongue when she put some extra sway in her hips and did a little turn to show me the full effect. Once she’d completed her revolution, her eyes dropped