“I’m wet.” She stood on her toes when his hand slid into the vee of her jeans, searching to see if she was telling the truth. Her hands clutched his biceps when his thumb swirled in the wetness he had found.

Grace’s hand went inside his jeans, searching for his cock and pulling it out. She played with the metal balls, knowing he loved the pinch of pain when she did.

Ice tugged her jeans off her hips, lifting her out of them, and then let his own slide to the floor. He took her waist in his hands, backing up to the chair she had against her bedroom wall. Sitting down, he lifted her to his lap, placing her legs over each of the arms, spreading her pussy wide. He stared down at her while his fingers moved to spread her even wider, thrusting two deep inside her.

She tried to lean forward to grip his shoulders, but that pushed his fingers deeper inside her. The tight fullness had her leaning back as she struggled to take his fingers.

“You are as fucking tight as if you never had my dick in you,” he said, moving deeper inside her.

Grace gasped. Ice usually never pressed her past her limits. If she showed the slightest discomfort, he always stopped. Grace had to admit she was a baby where pain was concerned and often stopped him at the slightest discomfort.

Ice watched her reactions silently, daring her to push her own limits and let him have his way with her body.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Grace felt her nipples harden at his order as she linked her hands together behind her back.

“That’s my baby. Give me your tit.”

Ice kept pumping his fingers inside her as she leaned forward.

Grace felt a rush of warmth lubricating his fingers, causing them to slide more easily inside her.

When she leaned forward, offering him her breast, Ice sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. After he raised his head and her wet nipple popped out of his mouth, he went to her other breast, sucking that nipple until she was squirming on his lap. Ice then leaned his head back, giving each nipple a small nip with his teeth.

“Lean back.”

As Grace leaned back as far as she dared, Ice took his fingers away from her pussy and placed his cock at her opening. “Lean forward.”

Grace leaned forward as his cock slid inside her, feeling the balls glide along her inner walls. The more she leaned forward, the deeper he went.

Ice’s hands went to her waist. “Do it again.”

While she leaned back again then moved forward, his hands went to her hips, sliding them behind her to grip her ass. He began rising and lowering her each time until they were banging the chair back against the wall. The dogs outside her room barked at the loud noise.

Grace brought her feet to the chair cushion so she could slide them down and rest her knees beside his hips. She moved up and down on his cock quicker as her pussy began to spasm, driving her need into a frenzy she didn’t think would ever be satisfied.

Ice laughed, clutching her ass harder as he stood, carrying her to the bed with his cock still inside her. He let her fall backwards onto the bed.

Grace reached out in reflex.

“Keep your hands behind your back.”

Grace stilled her hands, keeping them locked behind her back as she hit the mattress.

Ice then grasped her ankles together and placed them over his shoulder. The size of his cock felt excruciatingly large in this position, giving Grace the added stimulation she needed. Her pussy convulsed.

Ice jerked inside her, and Grace felt his semen hitting her insides. She was on the pill, but Ice didn’t know that.

“I’ve never rode a woman bareback before. You want babies? I’m going to give you babies. I’m going to give you anything you need to make you happy. Move in with me, Grace. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she repeated the words she had thought would never come out of Ice as he climaxed.

Afterward, they showered together, playing while searching all the nooks and crannies of each other’s bodies. Ice showed her how to use her mouth to get him hard again, and then Grace was pressed against the shower wall as Ice fucked her from behind. The water turning cold had them toweling off and sliding between the sheets on her bed.

“One thing is fucking sure, we’re getting a bigger bed,” Ice complained.

Grace laid her head on his shoulder, rubbing his sleek chest. “Tell me about our house.”

“I haven’t seen it other than in pictures. It has a large living room with a fireplace and four bedrooms big enough for all the kids you want. There’s a Jacuzzi on the back deck that I can fuck you in…”

Chapter 30

Jackson took the last puff of his cigarette before throwing the butt out the window. Reaching into his console, he pulled out a spray bottle of air fresher, spraying himself to remove the odor of his cigarette before he got home. His wife, Isla, would be waiting for him with his dinner cooked, and he didn’t want to make her angry by the smell of stale smoke when he had promised he’d quit.

He parked his truck beside his wife’s new car. She had said they couldn’t afford a new truck for him, but she had gone out last week and bought herself a new car. She had been buying a lot of new things lately; several new dresses and shoes had appeared in her closet.

Tonight after dinner, he was determined to sit down at the computer and check their finances. The last couple of nights he had meant to check, she had always managed to distract him. Tonight, he would check their accounts and then fuck her.

The house was quiet when he entered. He expected to smell whatever she was cooking and see Isla coming out of the kitchen; instead, the only fragrance he smelled was the candle she had lit on the fireplace.

Going to his belt, he pulled out his Taser gun when he heard a shrill scream come from the bedroom upstairs. He had a gun, but it was in the gun safe in the bedroom. Silently, he went up the steps, careful not to make any noise. At the top, he heard another scream coming from their bedroom. Going down the hall, he opened the door, slowly easing inside.

His hands gripped the Taser harder as he watched a huge man fuck his screaming wife. There was no doubt she wasn’t being raped with her legs wrapped around his waist as she lifted her pussy for each of his thrusts. She was clutching the headboard as each of his thrusts sent her breasts bouncing on her chest.

“Harder, Max. Harder,” she groaned.

Any lingering doubts he could possibly have disappeared as he quietly moved forward, raising the Taser.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Jackson spun around when he heard Ice.

“Max doesn’t like to be interrupted when he’s fucking; it gets him mad as hell. And you don’t want to get Max mad.” Ice leaned against the doorway.

He motioned for his men to enter the room.

Jackal, Fade, Buzzard, and Snake came into the room, circling Jackson.

“Get out of my house.”

Ice grinned maliciously. “You mean my house.”

The bed started moving faster, and the woman’s screams became louder as she came. Max groaned several times as he came, too.

Jackson’s face contorted in fury when Max climbed off his wife, the sound of his cock leaving his wife’s grasping pussy merely adding insult to injury. She lay on the bed with her thighs still spread wide while Max took off his condom and threw it in the trashcan before he stuffed his cock back into his jeans.