Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 61

**Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint**

**Grace**

Never had I experienced such fullness before. The sensation was entirely new—an exquisite revelation of just how deeply a man could reach within me. It was a heady mix of pleasure intertwined with a faint, tantalizing ache that made my breath catch in my throat, igniting every nerve ending in my body like a live wire.

This was no inexperienced boy fumbling in the dark; this was a man—assertive, commanding—claiming my body, marking every inch of me as his own.

I bit down on my bottom lip, desperately trying to stifle the sounds bubbling up from within. Heat radiated across my skin, and my lips parted involuntarily, yearning for more. My nails dug into the hand he had pressed against me, seeking something—anything—to ground myself in this overwhelming moment.

A low, primal growl rumbled from deep within his chest, sending a shiver cascading down my spine. I blinked, my eyes fluttering open, and found myself ensnared by his half-lidded gaze, heavy with desire.

“So, this is what you look like when you’re stuffed full of my cock,” he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Such a filthy little expression, princess.”

Oh, God.

His words were laced with sin, a temptation I found impossible to resist. A wayward strand of hair fell across his forehead, casting a shadow over the sharp angles of his cheekbones. This was Apollo Reed, my boss, in a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure—a sight I had never anticipated witnessing.

What a breathtaking view.

The thought alone sent a thrill through me, tightening around him instinctively, as if my body craved more of him.

“Fuck—” he hissed, the curse slipping from his lips like a forbidden secret. His eyes bore into mine, a warning that sent a thrill of excitement racing through me as he leaned closer, one hand tightening possessively around my waist. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl, brushing against my ear.

“Don’t be naughty, little fox.”

Before I could fully comprehend his warning, he pulled back, only to thrust forward again with a force that made me cry out. He repeated the motion, driving into me again and again, each thrust more demanding than the last, leaving no room for me to savor the initial sensation before he was already plunging into me once more.

My head tilted back, the bed creaking in sync with his relentless rhythm, the sound mingling with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

“Oh my God!” I moaned, my voice breaking under the weight of pleasure. Each thrust felt like it was breaking open something deep within me, coaxing forth sounds I had never known I could produce.

I felt my walls tighten around him, a desperate refusal to let him go, to leave me empty. The pleasure coursing through me was so intense it stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me trembling, caught between the desire to cry, scream, or beg him for more.

So this was sex—this was how it was meant to feel. It transcended mere physicality; it was a masterpiece he was crafting within me, stroke by stroke.

I could feel the drag of every thick vein, the way his tip nudged and pressed against the most sensitive spots inside me before retreating just enough to repeat the delicious torment.

I struggled to remain silent, to hold back the sounds threatening to escape, but when he rolled his hips just right, a moan slipped past my lips. “Mmmm—daddy.”

The sound ignited something primal within him. His hand glided from its place, traveling up my thighs, and in one fluid motion, he lifted my legs, pressing them against his chest. One hand gripped my thighs firmly, pinning me in place as he drove into me. Each sharp snap of his hips sent shockwaves through my body, and suddenly, he struck a place I hadn’t even known existed.

My g-spot.

“A-ahhh!!”

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his voice rough, as if he too was astonished by the pleasure he was coaxing from my body.

The way he moved was intoxicatingly dangerous, his hips grinding at the end of each thrust, forcing helpless moans from my throat. My voice grew louder, breaking into high, needy cries when he angled himself just right.

That familiar feeling began to build within me, stronger than ever before. I could feel it coiling tightly in my stomach, an unbearable pressure demanding release. I needed to come.

Desperation flooded my senses as my head shot up; I didn’t even need to voice my need—my eyes betrayed me.

He must have noticed, for something flickered in his expression. A smirk curled at the corners of his lips, and his voice dropped low, dark enough to make my entire body clench.

“Not yet.”

Just those two words ignited a fire of frustration within me. In that moment, I truly saw him for what he was—devilish, merciless. Only someone truly cruel could deny me my release while still hitting that same spot over and over, leaving me gasping, moaning, trembling so hard my thighs felt like they might give out. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I heard him groan as I tightened around him one last time. My muscles loosened, my breathing came in short, shallow bursts. I lay there, limp and spent.

I barely had a moment to recover before his pace shifted to something more primal. His thrusts turned sharp, messy, and desperate, every movement revealing that he was chasing his own release now.

I whimpered at the overstimulation. My body was still painfully sensitive, every snap of his hips making my legs twitch. But the sound of his groans, the look on his face—it was almost as intoxicating as the pleasure itself.

His breathing hitched sharply. With one final thrust, he pulled out of me, his hand wrapping firmly around his thick cock. He pumped himself hard, the muscles in his forearms flexing, and then hot ropes of his release spilled across my stomach.

I froze, watching every second unfold. I had never witnessed anything more breathtaking than Apollo Reed, head tilted back, jaw clenched, as he came all over me.

When it was over, I lay there trembling, my chest heaving, my body weak. Every muscle felt heavy, and my mind urged me to gather my clothes, to leave on my own terms before he dismissed me.

I started to move, shifting to sit up, only for his large hand to press firmly against the top of my head, pushing me back into the mattress.

His dark eyes burned into mine as he tilted his head, a predatory glint in his gaze.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I—”

“I told you I was going to make you come all night. I’m a man of my word.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait… aren’t you tired?”

His answer came in the form of his hard cock nudging at my entrance once more. My breath caught as I glanced down between us, then back up at him.

That look in his eyes, filled with insatiable hunger, told me everything I needed to know.