You’re mine, Grace
Grace
His fingers had always been impossibly long, and the moment he slid just one inside me, it felt like it reached every hidden part of me at once. My clit throbbed, desperate for anything, and the instant he entered me, my walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper as if I couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck, you’re so drenched. My fingers just slipped in,” he groaned, voice thick with need.
I gasped, hips bucking against him instinctively. I tried to move against the tie restraining my wrists, but I was trapped, completely at his mercy.
Just one finger, and already, my mind was messy, and disoriented. I could barely think. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like if he added more, or, God, if it were his cock My mouth opened slightly, almost drooling at the thought.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to mine hard and eager, and gasped at the unexpected force. It felt strange seeing him kiss me so willingly, and urgently, as if it were routine but I didn’t care. I kissed him back, letting myself get lost in the sensation. Then, cruelly, he pulled his finger out I whimpered in frustration. I wanted to beg him to put it back immediately, but before I could even form the words, he thrust it back inside me, harder this time.
My breath hitched, thighs clamping around him instinctively, trying to trap him inside me. My eyes rolled back, every nerve screaming with pleasure. He paused just long enough to look at my expression, dark gaze taking in every twitch and shudder of my body.
He moved again. Each thrust of his fingers drew helpless moans from me, body rocking with him even though I was trying to restrain myself. My wrists strained against the tie, but I couldn’t focus on anything except my tightness surrounding his fingers.
“Oh my God, yes!” I gasped, arching into him, wanting more than I could even form into words.
He added another finger. The second slid inside me effortlessly, slick with my arousal. My entire body convulsed around him. Normally, I wouldn’t have been able to take it, but now, I was practically bouncing on his fingers.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, and I nearly screamed. My walls clenched tighter around his fingers. I trembled in his hold, body shaking from how exquisite it felt.
“You’re clenching so fucking tight, princess,” he rasped, teeth biting his lower lip. I could feel the vibration of his voice straight through me. My thighs shook, muscles trembling against his hold, and I nearly lost it. “If you don’t open up for me, my fingers won’t slide all the way in, and I want to bury every single one deep inside you.”
Fuck. His words drove me insane.
“More… I need more, Apollo,” I whimpered.
“Are you asking, or begging?”
“B–begging… please, Apollo. Please make me come.”
He met my gaze and added a third finger, sliding it in slowly
He didn’t even get the third finger fully inside. Halfway in, omething inside me snapped, and my body went completely out of control. A wave of pleasure slammed over me, making my walls clamp around his fingers. My chest heaved violently, my back arched, and I couldn’t stop the sounds tearing from my throat, no matter how hard I tried, especially knowing we were still in the car, with Austin in the front seat.
My legs shook uncontrollably, quivering under the strain of my release, hips pressing down against him. “Apollo…” I moaned, my voice breaking. He held me tight, keeping me still as I rode out my orgasm.
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After reaching my peak, all I could do was pant, head resting against his chest, breathing hard. Every inhale and exhale left me dizzy, intoxicated with the heat still coursing through me,
He withdrew his fingers, my soaked walls aching from their absence. The arousal inside me was far from done, and yet my body was too drained to move.
He chuckled low, the sound deep and amused. I lifted my head just enough to glance at him and caught that possessive look on his face. Even though he was my boss, even though I was still nervous around him in other circumstances, I couldn’t help but pout. He found my desperation entertaining
My face burned hotter at how lewd I was, and how shamelessly I’d thrown myself at him. And yet, my clit throbbed relentlessly, making me ache with want. Damn it was humiliated, and turned on at the same time.
He reached for my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his, and leaned in. His lips pressed against mine tenderly, and the intimacy of the action sent my heart hammering in my chest.
“You’ve been good. You don’t need to do anything anymore. I will take care of it.”
I nodded, barely able to form words, eyes locked on his.
He helped me sit up, never breaking eye contact. Then, he let his hand trail down, unbuckled his belt, and freed himself from his pants. My eyes widened at the sight, his cock was impossibly hard, and thick, veins pronounced, precum glistening at the tip. My lips parted, tongue brushing across them almost without thinking.
He stroked himself, precum dripping from his hooded tip. You have no idea how it felt, jerking off while watching you touch yourself last night.” He guided my hips forward, aligning me perfectly over him. I could feel the head pressing against my entrance and couldn’t help but squirm.
“I wanted to be the one to touch and fuck that beautiful clit of yours.” He murmured.” “You’re mine, Grace.”
“I-”
“Shh,” he breathed against my mouth, thumb stroking my check. “Let me fill you up.‘
Before I could even respond, before I could brace myself, he gripped my waist and thrust forward, entering me roughly.
I gasped, eyes widening as he sank into me so deep, hitting my g–spot instantly. Pleasure exploded through me, leaving me breathless.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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