Riot(58)

Grace went into the room. It held a large unmade bed, but the sheets looked clean. There was also a small table by the bed and a chest. The furniture was sparse, but the room suited Ice. There was nothing soft or pretty about it.

“I thought it would be a lot messier.”

“No. My mom hated to clean house, but after she left, my dad kept it filthy. I can’t stand to sleep in a dirty room.”

She had all the benefits of growing up in an affluent home, while Ice had dealt with more than his fair share of setbacks. He had run away from home and been lucky enough to find a place where he belonged. Grace wished things could have turned out better for him, wondering what kind of man he would have turned out to be, had he been given a chance.

“What are you thinking?” Ice asked stiffly. She could tell he thought her opinion of his room wasn’t very good.

“I was wondering if your bed is as soft as mine.”

“Let’s find out.”

Ice’s mouth went to her neck, to his favorite spot. It was like his brand on her flesh now. She would touch it sometimes when he wasn’t able to come to Stephenville, and it would make being without him easier.

Grace pulled back slightly, reaching for his belt buckle. She had never taken the lead when they had sex, yet tonight, she was feeling adventurous. Perhaps it was the uninhibited atmosphere in the other room, or she wanted to place her own brand on Ice.

She wanted him so badly she ached. She already felt the moisture gathering within her. She clenched her thighs together as she finished unbuckling his belt then pulled down his zipper. Ice reached down, tugging off her white sweater as she pulled his jeans down his hips. She then knelt, pulling them away from his feet.#p#分页标题#e#

She touched his cock as it swelled before her, getting even harder in her hand. She put just the tip in her mouth, letting her tongue glide under the head, and then began playing with the metal balls.

“Fuck!” Ice hissed.

Her hand began pumping the length of his cock as she swallowed more of him, her other hand taking the heavy weight of his balls into her grasp. Her fingers massaged them until they became tight and hard.

Ice’s hand went to her hair, tugging at it until it loosened and flowed down her back.

“Christ, I’m already about to come.”

Grace moved her hands and mouth away.

“Put that mouth back on my dick,” Ice ordered, his hand in her hair, pulling her back to his cock.

Grace gave a teasing laugh, taking him back into her mouth and hand. She managed to take more of him this time, her arousal easing her fear of choking.

Again, when she felt him about to climax, she pulled back.

“Baby, I’ve never been a big fan of teasing.” He bent down, picking her up.

Grace gave a startled squeak as Ice turned and dropped her onto the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans, jerking them and her thong down her thighs and off before she quit bouncing.

“Give a girl a little warning.”

“Okay, I’m going to shove my dick so far up your pussy you’re going to have a hard time riding home tomorrow.” Ice, true to his word, slid a condom on, braced his arms over her, and then slid his cock in her in one stroke.

Grace’s legs were hanging off the bed before she wrapped them around his waist, afraid the strength of his thrusts was going to make her fall off the bed.

Ice gripped her ass cheeks in his hand, moving her hips against his. While the bed hit the wall as he slammed against her, Grace’s mouth went to his shoulder, wanting to scream out in ecstasy at the intensity of the fire building inside her.

“Ice, oh… God, Ice.” She let her self-restraint slip, giving herself over to him.

She clasped his waist tighter with her thighs, arching her hips up to him so he could reach higher inside her. Her position allowed him to stretch her even farther, and when the head of his cock with the metal balls hit high, she couldn’t hold back her broken half-scream before she bit down on his shoulder to smother it.

Ice moved faster as her pussy clenched on him, driving him to a climax, which had his arms collapsing, dropping his sweat-slickened body on top of her. When he regained his breath, he shifted her farther up in the bed.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Door across the hall,” Ice said, flopping down on the bed.

Grace climbed out of the bed, putting her jeans back on. “I’ll be right back.” She went out the door, closing it behind her.

The bathroom door was locked, so she waited patiently for it to open. When it did, she wished she had waited in Ice’s room. Rita came out in a large T-shirt, her eyes going over Grace’s rumpled hair and swollen lips. She curled her lips, moving to the side and letting Grace enter the bathroom. Grace was grateful the woman hadn’t smarted off to her.