A Graceful Mess

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Authors: Nacole Stayton
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skin is so soft and perfect. I want to kiss every inch of her, but my dick is so fucking hard I don’t know how much more I can handle without being inside of her sweet pussy. My fingers are rubbing her clit slowly. She looks like she is about to come undone at any moment. I want to push her and see how long she can hold back.
    This is all kinds of messed up. I know I shouldn’t be here and definitely shouldn’t be doing this. If Mark Jacobs found out the nasty shit I’m about to do to his long lost daughter, I know he’d fire my ass before I had time to explain. Which is why I want to get my fill tonight, so it will be easier to stay away since I will have already tasted the goods.
    I stop moving my fingers and grab her leg and place it over my shoulder. She leans back on the bed and rests her head. It’s a good thing for what is about to happen. My other hand slides her dress up and over her bra. Then I cup her breasts and pull them out of their nestled place in her bra and tuck the cloth nicely under them and out of the way. Now I can see those perky little nipples. I use two fingers to rub them, and she squirms underneath my touch. My other hand slides up her leg and back to her wet spot. I use one finger and slide it into her, careful at first, but she eagerly accepts it, so I slide another one in and slowly drag them out. My feet are tucked under my ass as I rise on my knees to hover above her. Her sounds of pleasure fill the air along with grunts from deep within my throat. I can’t continue. That’s it; I can’t fucking take it. Her pussy is so wet and accepted my fingers so easily. I slide them in and out with a faster pace. I want to see how much she can take. She cries out, in a good way, urging me to give her more.
    Shit. Fuck.
    I quickly withdraw my hand and shove my face in her opening, licking up the wetness from my touch.
    “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cries out louder and louder with each stroke of my tongue.
    “You can’t come like this. Hold on for me, okay?”
    Her body is shaking as she whispers, “Okay.”
    Standing up I quickly take off my shirt and bend down to remove my shoes. When I look back up and start to unbutton my jeans I see a sight I never thought in a million years I would see. Grace is fucking touching herself, and enjoying it. She has one hand playing with her nipple and the other is rubbing her little cunt. Her knees are bent in the air and her painted toe nails are gripping the edge of the mattress.
    That is the hottest sight I have ever seen.
    Without removing my jeans I bend down and lick her again. It’s like I’m suddenly addicted to her sweet taste and cannot get enough.
    “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you ready? Do you want this? Back out now…because when I get these jeans off there is no going back. I’m warning you, Grace.”
    “I want you, Parker. I want you to fuck me. I need it – bad.” Her words practically make me come. The sweet and innocent charm she puts on is all a front. I know that now. The dirty words that just left her pretty little mouth proved that much is true.
    Dammit get me out of these pants!
    I jump up, unbutton my jeans, and slide down my black boxers and am standing in front of the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. My hand grips my cock and it moves in my hand. “Do you have a condom?”
    “No. Umm, yes. Hold on.” She sits up and looks around, and then stands up and pulls her dress down to cover her body and beelines for the door. I hear the creaking sound of another door opening and a few moments later shut. She walks through the door holding a brand new, unopened box of rubbers.
    “Will this do?” She hands me the box and shrugs her shoulders.
    “It depends if I’m going to be here all night. We could definitely use all of them,” I joke, causing her eyes to widen.
    “I’m just kidding.”
    “Yes. I, umm, knew that.”
    I realize I’m completely naked and she is not, but I am about to rectify that situation.
    “Strip for me.” I

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