This is the first book in the 'Wicked' Series, a passionate and evocative romance.
When Grace is gripped tightly from behind in her own home, fearing for her life as an intruder presses hard against her, the last thing she expects to hear is the voi...
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It was too much now, for both of them. She pushed back against him as he pumped his dick in and out, pounding on the place inside of her that was about to take her to heaven. Three stokes of his dick on her hypersensitive g-spot and she came all over his length, grabbing handfuls of the bed sheets and writhing her hips, screaming as the orgasm kept coming. She gushed from her pussy as the intruder kept plunging into her, pushing her juices out to drip down her inner thighs.
In the last few judders of her orgasm, Grace could no longer stand, and had to fall flat onto the bed, her muscles still twitching. Steve had pulled out and climbed on top, breathing heavily as he ran his closed fist up and down his dick with low grunts. Having no control left in her limbs, feeling as though all her bones had turned to water, Grace flipped heavily onto her back and stared at her boyfriend, her eyes full of lust and wonder, her breasts heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. He met her gaze, looking intently at her as he bought himself to climax, reaching one hand down to seize her breast, squeezing it hard so that it her flesh bulged between his fingers.
He spurted over her stomach.
“Oh my fucking God. You dirty, dirty bitch.” His voice was husky and shaky from his orgasm. On his final spurt, he released a low growl. His milky seed was all over her skin, laced over her breasts, stomach and in a pool over her tummy button. She had never seen so much spunk in her life.
Steve stood back and looked over her, no longer the intruder, with a massive grin on his face and his softening dick shiny with the mixture of both of their come. The emerald colour of his eyes was barely visible due to his dilated pupils and Grace found it crazy that, not long before, she had thought that this man might be cheating on her. There’s no way to fake a look like that. He still loves me, she thought, feeling stupid for ever thinking otherwise.
“Fuck me, you are sexy,” he said. He was still panting.
“Where did that come from?” she asked as he joined her to lie on the bed by her side, taking hold of her hand.
“Just fancied something different. Thought I’d surprise you. Told you I’d make you scream,” he said, laughing and turning his head to the side to look at her.
Grace’s smile back at him was just as wide. Only last night she had been feeling unloved and unwanted by him. How wrong she’d been. “You surprised me alright. That was amazing,” she said. She leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. “Feel free to surprise me again any time you like.”
“That will depend on whether you’re a good girl, won’t it.” He winked mischievously.
As soon as Steve left the house the following day, Grace snatched up the phone to Hazel. “We’re going out for lunch,” she ordered down the phone, excited to tell her best friend that she had been wrong, that they had both been wrong in fact. And if she was honest, she wanted to brag a little about the incredible sex Steve had given her. Gloat a bit about how long term relationships don’t mean a boring sex life. Certainly not for her anymore, anyway.
