by C. M. Steele
"You are so damn handsome." She stopped undressing to reach out and run her fingers over my ink. Soon, I’d add another piece to it. Her hand skimmed over my abs and worked lower. She took my shaft in hand and stroked me once before I took her hands away and pinned them behind her back.
“You’re going to make me come too soon.” I took her mouth, biting on her bottom lip as she moaned against me. "And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I released my grip on her. “Lose the rest, please.” She finished stripping down to nothing and moved into the shower.
I followed her in, groaning as the hot water slid over her smooth skin, eliciting a moan from her parted lips. I could live off the sexy sounds that came from her.
Chapter 11
Grace
He took the soap and created a lather in his hands before rubbing them over my breasts. Slowly he washed my skin, savoring the moment. Neither of us were virgins, but this was our first time together. Without a doubt in my mind, Ricardo was the last man for me. He had stolen my soul with just one word: “Angel.”
I moaned when his lips were on mine, sliding his tongue inside, kissing me with an expert touch. My hands moved over his biceps and to his chest. He was the epitome of sexy, and I wanted him to the point of madness. I wanted to kiss the pain away from every bruise they’d put on his body.
I reciprocated, gently washing his body, staying longer on his shaft and balls than need be. They were heavy and ready for my mouth and my hot pussy.
He pulled my hands away. "Sweetheart, I'm close to coming again. It's been a long time, but I want to do it inside you when I come.”
We rinsed off and then headed to his bedroom wrapped in our towels. I dropped mine first and pulled back the covers. "Lay down and part those sexy legs. I want your cunt on display like a delicious meal for my eyes."
I did what he said, parting my legs wide. I didn't know why I had no shame when it came to him. He licked his lips like the dirty bastard I knew he was, and I craved him like I’d never wanted anything in this world. What filthy thoughts did he have running through his mind? Was he thinking about eating my pussy until I came on his face, or would he crawl up my body and thrust his big cock in my face?
"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing his shaft. Damn, that was sexy as hell—thick, full, and long. He climbed up on the bed with his head and shoulders between my legs. "My pussy." The feel of his tongue against my heated, wet flesh was more intense than I'd expected. I nearly came off the bed, so he pressed his forearm over my hips, pinning me to the mattress. "Relax, angel. I don't want you to come too fast." He pushed one finger inside. My eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure. Stroke by stroke, he licked and sucked in rhythm with his finger. I couldn't hold on any longer.
"Ricardo," I shouted, grinding my hips in circles as he continued to suck on my clit, driving me out of control.
"Good girl. That was only one." I didn't think I could handle another, but he thought otherwise. I was on the verge of my second orgasm when he rose up and crushed his mouth to mine, giving my own release to me as he thrust his cock deep in me.
"Mine. No one for either of us after this. You understand?" There were promises and warnings in his eyes. He had no need to be concerned. I belonged to him even before either of us knew.
"Only us," I replied, gliding my nails up his arms, clutching onto his muscles as my pussy choked his cock.
"Ay, Dios mio," he grunted. Every rock of his hips grew in tempo. We sped up as we both reached our crescendo. "You’re mine, Grace." His body stiffened, hovering over me with his cock buried deep as he flooded my womb.
We came down with little kisses until he pulled out and rolled onto his side. "That was incredible, Grace."
"Tell me about it." I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.
A few hours later, I woke up to the feel of his hands between my legs. “Is this my wake-up call?” I’d sworn I was dreaming of him taking me from behind.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been grinding your pretty ass on me for about thirty minutes in your sleep like you want to be fucked again.” I was glad I was facing away from him because my face turned beet red. I had been grinding on him. I lifted my leg and he took my cue, sliding his thick cock between my folds, taking me from behind. Slow and steady, he ground up into me while I rolled my ass. He turned our bodies slightly so that he fucked me on an angle, then he flipped me completely onto my stomach, taking me hard from behind.
“Fuck, Grace, your ass is so perfect. His fingers reached around, soaking in my juices before he brought his hand back to my ass. With a growl, he rubbed his thumb on my rim. “One day I’m going to own that ass as well. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I panted. He pushed a finger inside of my ass gingerly and I became undone, coming on the spot. With a roar, he fell over as well. My arms felt like Jell-O and I collapsed on the bed.
“I’m sorry, my love. I know you’re tired.” He licked the sweat that traveled down my spine before pulling out of me and resting with his back on the bed.
“You’re the one still recovering. I’m going to send you back to the hospital.”
“It was worth it.” I got out of bed.
“What’s going on?”
“I have to use the little girls’ room.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to slam into your bladder.”
“It was worth it.” I winked and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. As a doctor, I knew bodily functions were normal, but I had a hard time peeing with him over there. I turned on the faucet and peed.
“No need to waste the water, angel. I can still hear you pee.”
“Asshole.”
“That’s next. I’m going to get something to drink. Want something?”
“A glass of water.” He left, and I finished doing my business.
“Okay.”
I laughed, washing my hands and then turning off the faucet. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I laughed harder, opening the door and saying to myself, “I looked thoroughly fucked.”
“That you do.”
“Holy shit, you scared me.”
“I’m used to being quiet. Here you go.” I must have been thirsty because I drank down the entire glass in one long drink.
“Do you need another?” he asked, tipping his glass toward me.
“No. Are you ready to try to sleep again?”
“Yes, babe.” We both climbed into bed, and I snuggled my ass right back where I was. “I could stay like this forever.”
“Me too.” That was the best night of sleep I’d ever gotten, even if I didn’t get eight hours.
Chapter 12
Ghost
The sun beamed through my bedroom curtains, waking me up. Reaching over to snuggle my woman some more, or maybe pound into her sweet pussy a little, I found she wasn’t there. I turned over in the bed to find it empty and my body tender from yesterday. I stretched for the nightstand and popped the pills and water I kept there. Sitting up, I slowly gained my bearings. Grace wasn’t anywhere in the room. The bathroom door was wide open and the light was off, so she couldn’t be in there.
I couldn’t believe that she’d run out, so more than likely she was getting her day started.
As I moved my legs over the bed and planted my feet on the cool floor, I heard voices in the other room. Standing, I gingerly walked to the bathroom to get myself together. My walking improved dramatically, but like they said, I had no real injuries to my legs. Slipping on some pants and a tee shirt, I grabbed my glass from last night and then headed out to find my woman.
I stepped into the hallway to hear her father and Asher talking, but no Grace.
I scanned the room, but she wasn’t around. Immediately, I thought the worst. She left for some reason. I had to find her so painfully that my chest started aching. “Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Grace?”
“Good afternoon. How are you feeling?” her father asked, making me irritated. It took me a second to realize what he’d said.
“Damn it—afternoon? What time is it?” I didn’t own a watch anymore. That was something I needed to rectify. It wasn’t something a law enforcement officer ever went without.
“Two,” Asher said, looking at his phone.
“Where the hell is Grace?” I repeated myself, getting annoyed with them. Like a petulant child, I wanted my favorite toy now.
“Right here,” she said, coming out of the kitchen with a mug. “Want some coffee?” Fuck me. What the hell was she wearing? A pair of tiny shorts were barely visible under one of my grey ATF training tee shirts. Her bra strap showed from the edge of the collar, but it did nothing to hide her fucking pointy nipples.
“I want everyone out of my house,” I grumbled, pulling her to my side to keep her nipples from showing.
“Enough of that,” she hissed.
“We need to meet for a plan. Are you feeling up to it? One of these days, we need to inform people you’re alive. We have to act quickly before someone sees you and blows the element of surprise.” My brother might not be a Steele Rider, but he was learning to be as tough and he’d always been protective of his family.
“True. I want to nail the traitor to the fucking wall.” Thinking about those who played me and left me to die pissed me off every single time.
“Well, before you decide to do that, you should eat,” Grace told me.
“I am hungry.” I leaned in and whispered into Grace’s ear, “I’d like to eat you if we were alone.”
“Later,” she purred right back.
“Holy fuck. For an undercover agent, you don’t know how to fucking whisper. That’s my daughter,” he said with a grin on his face and shaking his head. The old bastard thought he was funny.
“Well, sorry about that.” I knew he didn’t hear what I said, but it wasn’t like I hid what was on my mind.
“I’ll be ready to have the session tonight. I’ll shoot a message to Boomer and let him decide the time.”
“Well, I’m going to be in this meeting,” Asher warned me.
Her father nodded slightly before he tossed his two cents in. “Me too. This affects my family as well.”
“That’s up to Boomer, but I doubt he’d have a problem with it.” It didn’t matter as long as everyone kept their mouths shut about what they heard in there. My brother could be trusted, and Stanley had kept my whereabouts a secret from everyone until I was better.
“Enough. You can talk while you eat. I didn’t go through all this effort for you to let the food go cold,” she huffed, nudging me toward the kitchen.
“Hey, woman. Calmate, I’m broken over here,” I complained about her gentle pushes.
“You didn’t seem broken last night.”
“Again?” her father grumbled.
I was about to say something when she pressed her hand to my mouth. “Dad, don’t you have some sightseeing to do?”
“Yeah, sir. You wanted to check out the tat shop, right?” Damn, I could kiss Asher right now.
“I suppose we could leave these two. See you tonight, pumpkin.” Her father gave her a quick hug before walking out of the kitchen.
“See you later, Daddy.” She waved him off and then turned to the stove.
“Now, about that meal. I want dessert, so I need my food.” I swatted her ass before plopping down on the chair at the kitchen table.
“Then you better make sure you eat all your food.” She slid over a plate with half a dozen pancakes.
“If it means I get to eat your pussy for dessert, I’ll gladly polish off everything.” I could eat a dozen of these big boys if it meant that I could fucking watch, feel, and taste my woman lose herself.
After a filling meal, I had dessert on my mind. I grabbed my woman and sat her on my lap. “Woman, I was a very good boy.”
“Yes, you were.” I scooped her up and lifted her onto the kitchen island, tugging on her tiny shorts. I tossed them and saw she had gone commando this morning. “Bad little girl.” I spanked her pussy. She yelped and then moaned. “You had no panties on around my brother.”
“I was in a hurry when my dad called, and I couldn’t find my panties.”
“You’re lucky I like dessert.” I popped her mound once more before I face dived between her legs. She arched up, using her elbows to sit as I plundered her cunt. I was a greedy bastard, but I wanted her cream smeared all over my tongue. “I need this syrup for my pancakes.” Her feet rested on my shoulders as I pushed her legs closer to her chest. My fingers dove into her slit, strumming her nub and downward. “Fuck, you’re going to come on my tongue like a good girl. Feed me.” She came hard, knocking something onto the floor.
“I can’t wait.” I pulled down my pants and pumped my cock twice before slamming my dick deep into her. She cried out, lifting up her body and losing her top. I dragged down the cups of her bra and brought her tits to my mouth. Sucking on her luscious breasts, moving back and forth between the two of her perfect mounds, I pumped into her tight, puffy slit while one thumb strummed her like a guitar. Seconds later, I lost myself, coming deep inside of her as she squeezed my cock for dear life.
We both slid down to the floor while we caught our breath. “Damn, that was amazing, Ricardo. You need to be taking better care of yourself. No more sex until tomorrow.”
“We’ll see about that,” I grunted, rocking my still-hard length against her lower pink lips, causing her to shimmy her slit under it.
“At least we should try.”
“We’ll have plenty of no-sex times when we have kids. You know that they’re cockblockers, so until then, I plan for us to get our fill.”
She giggled and nodded. “I suppose you’re right. Still, I need a shower and so do you. Then we can relax and watch a movie together.”
“That sounds wonderful, beautiful.” I got to my feet with a lot of effort, then Grace jumped up on her own without my help. I knew she did it because she didn’t want me to hurt myself lifting her even if I’d proven I could.
“Let’s go, because I want a reason to hold you in my arms for a few hours.”
We showered together and then searched for a movie. We had plenty of time to kill until I had to be at the clubhouse. There was a lot to do, but we wanted my whereabouts to still be at the bottom of the ocean so we'd attend Church after dark.
With her wrapped up in my arms, we cuddled on the sofa and started the latest IT movie. I learned one thing. My sweet girl did not like scary movies. I turned it off and put on a regular channel. They were playing The Mummy on it, so she relaxed and watched it.
“This is one of my favorites,” she said. “Have you seen it before?”
“Yeah, probably twenty years ago when it came out,” I teased. She gasped, pressing her hand to her chest. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. My sister loves these movies too. I think I’ve seen them at least once a year.”
“Okay, well, that’s acceptable then.” She huffed and then nestled into my arms. I kissed her temple and watched the movie. When a set of commercials came on, I turned to my woman and saw she was sleeping. “Twenty minutes in and she passed out,” I chuckled lowly. I grabbed the blanket off the back of the sofa and covered her bare legs.
I relaxed and held her tight. Fuck, holding her like this felt so damn good. Maybe too damn good because suddenly I was awoken by the sound of my phone ringing. Shit, I couldn’t believe I fell asleep again after sleeping the morning away.
The sound woke Grace up as well. “Get some sleep. I need to take the call.”
“Okay.” She slowly cuddled up on the sofa with a throw pillow and the blanket. She needed sleep as well. It had been a long time.
“What’s going on, Jackson?”
“Nothing. I’m just calling to find out what time you want to meet. I’ll be handling the messaging.”
“How does eleven sound?”
“Works for me. Boomer will be there early because Crystal’s tired and about to burst, so he doesn’t want to leave her at home.”
“Sorry.”
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“Nah, man. Don’t fucking be sorry for shit. We’re all glad you’re alive and we want to destroy each and every single one of those pricks.”
“Thanks.”
“Okay. See you then.” He ended the call, and before I got to the living room again, a message popped on my phone with the time for Church. Smirking, I moved toward the sofa. Grace sat up, rubbing her eyes.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you go take a nap. We’re going to be out late tonight.”
“I’m fine. I missed the entire movie. Besides, I can’t sleep without you.” She stood up with a long yawn and stretched. Her large, perky tits moved with her arms, making me groan.
“Well, then, how about I go lie down with you?” I pulled up my alarm and set it for nine thirty tonight.
“I like that idea.”
She tried to fix the throw back on the sofa, but I grew impatient and took her hand. “Leave it.” We went into the bedroom, dropped my phone onto the nightstand, and climbed into bed. With my arms wrapped around her, I kissed her lips and then passed out.
At ten, we were both getting ready. "After all this clears, are you going to go back to the ATF?" she asked, brushing her long blonde hair in the bedroom mirror.
I stopped slipping on my socks and looked up at the sexy woman. "No. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I won't be going back. I can't trust those I used to call friends."
"Well, my income will be enough until you decide what you want to do,” she offered. God, I loved her.
Standing up, I reached out and pulled her to me. Tipping her chin, I smiled and kissed her lips. "Sweetheart, that is wonderful, but I still have plenty of money."
"That may be true, but you can't access it," she remarked, stepping back to the mirror to finish putting her hair into a braid. She had a point about accessing my funds, but many of my investments were in this town and Boomer could easily pull the funds when I needed it.
"We will be fine. I promise, Grace. Now come over here and give me those lips."
