He grunts. “So. f*****g. Good.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
I lose count after three. I sink down into myself, past the noise in my head and the sound of the blood screaming through my veins, past all thought and memory. I exist on a plane of pure sensation, untethered from time, untouched from all worries. Each stroke of my fingers over my c**t, each swirl of my tongue around his c**k, each blow of his hand that rocks my body, making my breasts swing and heat bloom over my ass, takes me deeper.
Finally I become aware of Brody moaning my name. “Not yet, Grace, don’t make me come yet!” He moves his hand to my throat and lightly squeezes. I’m so close to orgasm it takes an enormous effort of will to remove my hand from between my legs and wrap it around the base of Brody’s c**k. I open my eyes a
