Cutter 5: Red Sin Mc (5 page)

She nodded and
smiled, turning her head up toward me. “I don’t ever want you to stop kissing
me again.” She ran her hands up and down my chest and slipped them up my shirt
so that she could run her fingers back and forth over my stomach muscles. “God,
I swear you’re like made of plastic or something,” she told me, blushing.

Yup, same old
Grace.

I took her hand
out of my shirt and kissed it. “Trust me, I’m not.”

Her skin felt so
soft and silky, leave it to Grace to look sexy even in a hospital bed. “God, I
almost forgot how beautiful you are,” I said, making her blush even more. “Did
they… I mean I know you probably don’t want to talk about it but I need to
know, Grace, did anyone do anything to you while you were there before
tonight?” I paused. “Did anyone touch you?”

She knew what I
was asking, I wanted to know if anyone had done anything to her sexually so
that I could beat the living shit out of them. I inhaled deeply, not trusting
myself to remain cool with whatever answer she gave me. Not that it would ever
change the way I looked at Grace, I loved her no matter what had happened to
her during that time. No, it was whoever it was that had put their hands on her
that I didn’t trust myself with. I would lose my fucking shit if someone hurt
her in that way.

Grace shook her
head slowly. “No, no, nothing like that happened.”

Relief washed over
me as I let the air out of my lungs. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes.” She
shook her head. “Of course, I’m sure. They didn’t bother me much; they were
just keeping me safe until their President got back. He wanted me to be the
first one to… break me in.”

I balled my hands
up. “I’ll kill him.”

“Nothing happened,
though.” She motioned me closer to her, rubbing her hand all over me. “You made
it there in time, you saved me from everything,” she bit down on her swollen lip.
“And the only person I want to break me in is you.”

“Is that right?” I
smirked and climbed into bed with her, holding her close to my chest. “Well,
there will be plenty of time for that.” And there would be, I’d been sexually
frustrated without Grace for weeks, but not so much that I would have
considered hooking up with anyone else. Nobody seemed to compare to her for me.

“You didn’t fuck
around with anyone else, then?” She asked me like she could read my mind. She
said it so softly that I almost didn’t hear her. I could feel her skin turning
red before I even looked at her.

She was nervous,
nervous that I’d found someone to take her place.

“Of course, I
didn’t fuck around with anyone else, Grace.” I kissed the top of her head.
“Don’t be silly, you were the only thing I could think about in case you didn’t
notice.”

She ran her hand
over my face. “Yeah, you look a little… grungy.”

I laughed loudly.
“I look a little grungy? Is that a nice way of saying that I look dirty?” I
moved even closer to her, not wanting to risk being apart from her for even a
split second.

She laughed back
and nuzzled into me. “I don’t care what you look like, I just care that you’re
here and that you forgive me for everything that has happened.” She ran her
fingers up and down my arms like she couldn’t believe that she was really
touching me.

I knew how she
felt because I was going through the same thing.

“What about right
now?” she asked softly.

“What about right
now, what?”

“You said there
would be plenty of time for breaking me in… what about right now?” She moved
her hand down my body lower and lower until it was resting above my waistband.
“You’re the only thing I’ve been thinking about Cutter, I need to feel you
inside of me again.”

Her words were
shaky, I knew it must have taken every ounce of courage she had to come out and
say something like that to me. And while I was flattered and wanted her just as
bad as she wanted me, I knew that it wasn’t right like this. In the middle of
the hospital with her just getting over how hurt she had been.

I shook my head.
“You’re sweet, Grace, really, but you know that we can’t.” I moved her hand
back up my chest. “It would be all wrong like this. We’re in the hospital and
you’ve just been through a lot of trauma. You really need your rest.” I moved
my hand up and down her shoulders, trying to show her some comfort.

“I feel fine,” she
told me. “The only thing that’s bothering me is not having you one top of me.”
She pulled on my shirt, growing impatient. “Please, Cutter?”

I shook my head.
“It wouldn’t be right.”

Wow, I never
thought I’d see the day where I turned down pussy, especially from Grace. The
truth was that if it was any other girl I would have, but Grace was special, I
couldn’t do that to her. She needed her rest and I needed her to be back to 100
percent for me. It was killing me not having her with me.

Grace got a sick
look on her face. “Oh, I get it, it’s because you aren’t attracted to me when I
look like this, right?” She glanced down at her broken arm and pale skin. “I
can’t really blame you for that.”

I hated when she
got this way, insecure. It was so silly; there was nothing Grace could do to
make her unattractive in my eyes. She was fucking hot, hence why I kept having
to save her from asshole bikers who wanted a piece of her fine ass.

“That’s not it,
Grace, trust me.” I looked up and down her sexy curves and licked my lips. “You
look pretty damn good, even in a cast.” And she did, and her pussy was probably
really juicy considering no one had had it in weeks. The thought of her juices
dripping down my cock made it instantly start to rise in my jeans and press up
against her waist.

She grinned,
already feeling the impact. “Are you sure about that?” She used her good hand
to rub my little friend up and down slowly. “I’m not sure all of you agrees
with that decision.”

I opened my mouth
and tried to control the part of me that wanted to whip my dick out and get to
work on Grace’s perfect body. “We… we can’t,” I told her again. “It’s wrong,
it’s really wrong.” But it sounded weak, even to me. Because something that was
wrong wasn’t supposed to feel this damn good.

“Cutter,” she
kissed me softly on the neck. “All I could think about for weeks was how I was
never going to see you again, how you were probably fucking tons of girls who looked
way better than me, and now you’re here, in the flesh and you don’t want me?”

“I always fucking
want you,” I growled. “It’s not that, it’s that I can’t control myself when it
comes to you.” I pushed her head off my neck. “When I start feeling you all
over my body, Grace, I just want to devour you, I don’t want to hurt you even
more if I’m lost in the moment and have the urge to pound the fuck out of that
hot pussy!” I was practically yelling now, but I couldn’t help it. She had me
all worked up at the thought of having her in every way possible.

She slipped her
hand under my chin and forced me to look her in her brown eyes. “Hey, it’s
okay, I trust you.” Her pupils were wide and filled with nothing but tenderness
and love. Even after everything she had been through, Grace was still the same
good girl she had always been. She wasn’t jaded in the least.

Thinking about
what a good girl she was set me over the edge and the next thing I knew I was
crushing my lips against hers and holding her tight to me. I tried to remember
to be gentle but she tasted and felt so good, like a drug that I hadn’t had in
so long and the desire was finally catching up with me at the thought of
another fix.

She ran her hand
through my hair and pushed me closer to her.

I pulled back and
took her good hand, placing it above her head. “No,” I told her, shaking my
head. “You’re still sore, you stay like this the whole time, no touching me,
I’m the one who gets to do all the work,” I growled.

She wheezed,
knowing how hard is was going to be for her to keep her hands off of me.
“Cutter,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s going to
work.”

“Well, you better
make it work,” I growled, the controlling side of me starting to take over.
“You aren’t to move your hand from above your head no matter what, do you
understand me, Grace?” I slipped one of my hands to around the back of her
hospital gown and undid the string tie easily. Let’s jus say I had experience
with tying and untying knots.

Grace’s skin was
warm; like she’d just stepped out of a heated pool, and her entire body was
starting to come back down to reality. I traced slow circles up and down her
back. “I said
,
do you understand me, Grace?”

“Yes,” she
whispered. “I understand.”

“And what are you
going to do?”

“I’m going to keep
my hand above my head no matter what.”

I pushed the
fabric up her legs and toward the top of her stomach, shoving it all the way up
to her neck then I stuck my tongue out and started to lick up and down her skin
softly just above her breast line. She felt so soft and full; I wanted to eat
her entire body up. I nudged one of her boobs with my face then licked up and
down her cleavage. I would have thought that I’d be used to her giant tits by
now but they still drove my crazy every time.

I took my time,
careful to avoid any spots on her body that looked like they might be badly
bruised or opened up, a lot of them had bandages over them so it wasn’t
particularly hard. My cock throbbed inside of my jeans, begging me for
permission to come out and play but he was going to have to wait. I hadn’t had
Grace in over fourteen long days and now I was going to enjoy every inch of
her, dragging it out for as long as necessary.

I finally reached
around and unclipped Grace’s bra, moving it off her soft boobs and pushing it
up to her chin with the rest of her clothing. Her natural tits fell out with a
nice plump, hanging down her chest with her big round nipples sticking straight
out at me, already hard.

I grinned and
flicked them back and forth a few times. “Look at those nipples, Grace.” I
pinched them between two of my fingers, feeling how hard they were as I rubbed
them back and forth. “Fuck,” I mumbled, shoving my mouth on top of one of them
and starting to suck back and forth fiercely like I was a baby who hadn’t
gotten any milk in hours.

Grace gasped
loudly. “Oh my God! Oh my God, Cutter!”

I unhitched my
mouth just a little bit and looked up into her eyes while I licked back and
forth over that fat, hard, nipple. I used my other hand to bounce her free boob
up and down. Her mouth was open and her eyes locked with mine. I could see the
pleasure there, the pure ecstasy. She was just as lost in this as I was.

I hooked my hand
around her boob, grabbing it over and over again while it bounced up and down.
God, how I had missed those boobs, my boobs. “Whose boobs are these, Grace?”

“Yours,” she
moaned.

“Yeah?” I asked,
slapping them around some more. “These are Cutter’s big boobs, baby?” I took
one of her nipples completely in my mouth and sucked it dry then released it
hard, letting her boob fall back roughly against her chest.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“They’re yours.”

I shook my head.
“No, Grace, you forgot the big part.” I inched one of my fingers underneath her
other tit and started slowly moving it side to side. “I want you to say that
they’re my BIG boobs!”

I pinched her
nipple again and she moaned.

“Say it!” I
snarled.

 
“These are your big boobs!”

Satisfaction
pumped in and out of me. I loved making her tell me how every part of her was
mine to do whatever the fuck I wanted with. I literally owned every part of
her. She was completely mine. “Mm, all mine, huh Grace?” I gave her boob
another kiss. “Mine to do whatever the fuck I want to them.” I chuckled. “My
big boob good girl.”

Grace slipped her
hand down, unable to control herself any longer.

I shoved it back
over her head. “Nope. You know the rules, baby.” I held it up over her head as
I kissed down her stomach toward her sweet spot at the center of that juicy
flower. “You have to keep your hand up there until I’m done having my fun.” I
traced small kisses all around her belly button; I could already smell her
juices flowing. “You really are horny, aren’t you, baby?”

That made two of
us. My cock was about to bust my fucking jeans open.

“Uh huh,” Grace
said. “It’s been awful without you.”

“
Mmm
, I bet it has.” I pushed her legs apart with one of my
hands. “Tell me how horny you are for my dick, Grace. Tell me you’re a big boob
good girl who can’t stop thinking about my big fucking cock.” I stuck my head
between her legs and started licking up and down her slit through her black
panties. They were already fucking soaked with her wetness.

“Oh,” she gasped.
“Oh, Lord.”

I stuck my tongue
out and licked her slit harder.

God, even her
panties tasted like her fucking tenderness.

I opened my mouth
and kissed her Cunt through them over and over again. “Say it, Grace,” I
commanded her. “Say it like the good girl you are or you’re never going to be
reminded of what my thick tongue feels like over that rare and tender little
spot you have.”

“Okay, okay,”
Grace said, giving in. “I’m so horny, Cutter. I’m your horny good girl with big
boobs and I…” Her wrist was trembling over her head, begging to come down and
touch my flat and chiseled stomach. “And I… I can’t stop thinking about your
big cock!”

“Yes!” I growled
and latched my mouth onto her panties, giving them one last kiss across the
center before I ripped them down and shoved them to her ankles. “Are you ready
for me to have a taste, baby?” I shoved her legs apart, getting that pedal nice
and wide for my mouth.

And then my dick,
I thought, but tried to not get ahead of myself.