Because of His Fortune (For His Pleasure, Book 25) (8 page)

She slid her two fingers in and out, in
and out, jabbing intently as the feeling blossomed in her.
 

She looked up at him, moaning, his cock
obstructing her ability to speak.

His cock was long and hard and thick, and
her lips were stretching at the base of it as he fucked her mouth deeply, his
expression determined and ecstatic.
 
Standing above her, he looked tall and gorgeous and perfect, and she
wanted so badly to see him come—to feel him lose all control, to make him
come the way he was making her come.

As she rubbed and fucked her pussy with
her own fingers, Grace almost felt like Liam was controlling her body
somehow.
 
It was as if he was moving
her hands with his hands, but she couldn’t explain how.

They were so deeply connected that she
felt it, and in that moment of complete and total abandon, she climaxed as he
came in her mouth—cum spurting into her mouth and down her throat in a
flood.

Liam let out a deep groan and a yell as
his body went into shudders, his legs shaking, his hips jutting forward again
and again as he released every drop of himself into her.

For her part, Grace sucked him in, loving
his taste, loving what he’d done to her.
 
She licked and sucked his immaculate dick, and squeezed every last bit
out of him, taking her hand and grasping him at his root, as she continued to
lick and suck until she’d completely cleaned his dick from the residue of his
seed.

Liam shook one last time, his eyes
widening.
 
“Holy crap,” he muttered,
closing his eyes and then looking down at her.
 
“That was intense.”

She finally let go of his dick and
smiled.
 
“That was dessert,” she
told him.

***

Grace took a shower and changed into a
nightgown.
 
When she came out, Liam
was in her bed watching TV, flipping channels.
 
He was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts,
and he looked very young—like a college boy in the dorms.

She smiled from the doorway, and he
finally turned to her.
 
“Hey,
beautiful,” he said softly.
 
“Come
here.”

She walked slowly to him, and he grabbed
her around the legs and pulled her into bed with him.

She giggled as his hands slid up her bare
legs and grabbed her bare ass firmly.
 

“Liam,” she said, protesting, but not
really, as his hands slid to her hips and his lips found hers.

She could faintly hear Suze Orman on the
TV asking someone what they currently had in their retirement fund, and the
person laughing and telling her she wouldn’t like the answer.

“Grace,” Liam replied, moving just a few
inches back and studying her face with his eyes.
 
“Do you know how much you mean to me?”

She wanted to believe him, but it
frightened her to trust him again.
 
Grace looked away, her hand rubbing his chest over his t-shirt.
 
“I’m glad you came here,” she said.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he
teased, his one hand grabbing her side and tickling her so that she shouted and
moved away.

“Don’t tickle me, Liam.”

“Answer my question,” he said,
grinning.
 
“Do you know how much you
mean to me?”

“I don’t,” Grace said.

Liam’s smile faded.
 
“I know I’ve given some confusing
signals.”

“I don’t blame you, though,” she told
him.
 
“It’s been a hard time.”

“I blame myself,” he retorted, stroking
her cheek.
 
“You deserve everything,
Grace.”

“We’ve only just started to get to know
each other.”
 
She looked into his
eyes.
 
“I can’t deny what I feel
when I’m with you—“

“I love you, Grace.
 
You have to know that.”

She felt a pang of longing.
 
“I want it to be true, Liam.
 
And I think you do too.
 
I think you want to be in love.
 
Especially now…” her voice trailed off.

He pulled slightly away.
 
“Especially now that my mother’s
dead?
 
You think that’s why I’m
here, talking like this?”

She shook her head.
 
“I don’t know what I think anymore.
 
I just feel scared.”

He sighed.
 
“It’s my fault that you’re scared, and I
know that.
 
I understand that I
pushed you away.
 
Losing my mother…I
can’t begin to describe what that’s like.
 
I’m still not sure I even really believe it myself.
 
And when I first found out she died, I
freaked out and I tried to just close everything down.
 
I tried to be the big strong man and
handle it all.”

Grace nodded.
 
“I wanted to understand, and be
patient.
 
But when you left me alone
without telling me when you’d be back, and then you came to my house
drunk—“

“I remember what happened,” Liam told
her.
 
“I remember all of it.”
 
His eyes were pained.
 
“Including when I was drunk.
 
The mess that I was and how you took
care of me.”
 
His voice caught in
his throat.
 
“If it wasn’t for you
being there for me, I don’t think I’d be in the place I am right now.
 
I feel, not okay, but okay.
 
You know?”

“I think maybe,” she whispered.

“Like, I can’t be okay that my mother’s
gone.
 
That she died, and we were
fighting when she died, and I have to live with that forever.
 
But at the same time, I’m okay because I
know something about who I am and the life I want to live, and who I want to
live it with.”

Grace smiled at his words.
 
“That’s very romantic,” she said
softly.
 
Their eyes met again.

“I love you,” he said, firmly.
 
“Believe me, please.”

“I…I’ll try,” she said.
 
And then, because she knew it was what
she felt as well, she said the words back to him.
 
“And I love you too.”

He grinned and his hands grabbed her bare
buttocks again, squeezing, as his mouth met hers and his tongue entered her
mouth.

Kissing him was like kissing him that
first time at Easton’s wedding.

The feeling was like nothing she’d ever
experienced—to just be able to relive that excitement over and over
again.
 
The wanting of him, the
needing of him was like a thirst that could never be quenched.

Liam’s hands were on her bare ass, as her
pussy got wet with the needing of him, and she moaned as he pushed her onto her
back on the bed.

And then he was grinding his entire body
onto hers, and she could feel how hard he was—everywhere.

She felt his muscular arms, her hands
touching his biceps, his shoulders, sliding onto his chest.

He grinded into her again and again with
his pelvis, making her ache for him so badly, and she moaned, while his tongue
searched her mouth over and over.

His tongue slid in and out, in and out,
reminding her of his cock, and the beautiful way he’d fucked her mouth just a
little while ago.

She’d have let him fuck her mouth again
and again if that’s what he wanted.

Grace wanted him to use her as he
pleased, to give him everything—every sexual pleasure until he was
satiated.
 
She wanted to ride his
cock, and feel his mouth on every part of her body, every inch of his skin.

In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, with
the television’s grainy light flickering on Liam’s seductive body, she felt
like everything was exactly in its rightful place in the universe.

“Fuck me,” she moaned.
 
“I need you inside me.
 
I’m so wet.”

Liam kissed down her chest, stopping
momentarily to lick her erect nipples, but then quickly moved down to kiss and
lick her belly, sucking just below her belly and spreading her thighs with his
strong hands.

He continued to lick and kiss until he
reached her open folds, her most sacred and vulnerable place.

Liam gently touched her pussy with his
soft lips, kissing her trembling slit as she cried out, her bare legs spread
for him as he kissed her again and again.
 

She was wet and getting wetter, and Liam
was opening her center with his probing tongue, as he licked up and down,
entering her crevice now.

His tongue slid in, just enough, and Grace
looked down to watch his hot mouth as he moved closer to suck her folds.
 
Now he was sucking, his tongue swirling
all up and down and side to side on her trembling mound.

Her orgasm was building now, because he
felt amazing—he felt incredible—his sloppy kisses and sucking were
making her explode into flames.

“Oh, God, Liam—“ she said, her eyes
closing and her head tilting back as she was suddenly wracked by a series of
climaxes that rendered her momentarily speechless.

Liam held her legs aloft as he buried his
face in her sopping mound of bare flesh, kissing and licking and sucking as
Grace experienced a wave of furious orgasms.

Finally, she recovered her mind and her
breath to speak.
 
“That was the best
orgasm ever,” she told him, blinking, breathing fast.

Liam grinned.
 
“Turn over on your stomach so I can fuck
you and make you come again.”

“I don’t know if I can take another
orgasm,” she said, but already her body was getting excited for him to enter
her.
 
She was so wet and primed for
him, and she turned onto her stomach, relishing the pressure as his hard body
sunk on top of her, his lips on her neck, pressing into her hair, biting into
her skin.

And then his engorged cock was sliding so
easily into her pussy, like a finger into a glove, tight but hot and warm and
comfortable.

“I fit perfectly into you, don’t I?” he
asked her, as his bare pelvis pushed against her ass and his cock went deep
into her tightly contracted pussy.

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed.

He started pumping his hips, and his
flesh slapped hers as his cock buried into her, then pulled out, then buried
itself afresh.

Grace felt her pussy singing with
pleasure, and Liam’s hands slid under her chest, pinching her stiff nipples as
he pushed her face into the bed.

His body was fully on top of her, his
legs pressing into her legs as his hips danced up and down, up and down, his
rhythm ferocious.

“I like fucking you nice and hard, baby,”
he said, his hips picking up even more speed.
 
“You take me so good.”

She cried out.
 
“I’m going to come again,” she said,
breathless.

And then she did come, and Liam groaned
and she felt his cock spurting and his hips plowed,
crash—crash—crash—and then he collapsed on top of her,
breathing deeply and quickly.

His voice was in her ear.
 
“Oh, baby,” he said.
 
“I love you.”

***

They slept through the night, their
bodies attached, Liam holding her, and she curled within his loving arms.

They were both woken by Liam’s phone
early that morning, and Liam groaned and swore as he fumbled to pick it
up.
 
“Yeah?” he answered, sounding
frustrated and grumpy.
 

There was a long, almost stunned
silence.
 
When Liam spoke again, his
voice had changed.
 
He sounded
almost humbled, deferential.
 
“You’re here?
 
In the city?”

Grace sat up in bed and looked at Liam’s
face.
 
He wasn’t looking back at
her, but staring off into nowhere.

“Okay,” Liam said.
 
“I’m kind of with someone…can I bring
her?”
 
He waited.

Grace smiled, feeling a surge of
happiness that whatever the phone call was about, Liam was talking about her,
and wanting to bring her wherever he had to go.

For the first time, he hadn’t changed his
tune after a few hours of sleep.

“But not Vera and Exley,” Liam said.
 
“You don’t want to see them?”
 
He nodded, sighing.
 
“Okay.
 
Let’s meet in an hour.”

And then he hung up and stared at his
phone, as if holding it partially responsible for whatever had transpired on
the call.