Delicious (A Rumour Mill Novel) (13 page)

Guy drew his
fingers away and moved Grace’s body up the bed. He pulled Grace into a sitting
position and she hovered over his head.

“Hold onto the
headboard.” Guy demanded.

Grace did as she
was told. Nervously and curious, Grace looked down at Guy. With his hands on
her arse, Guy drew her sopping pussy onto his mouth. Grace cried out from the
shock of it all.

In disbelief and
pleasure, Grace felt her body move along Guy’s tongue as he explored every nook
and cranny of her pussy. His tongue swirled, licked and dipped in places she
never knew a tongue would go. At one point she thought he licked her anus.

As if nature knew
the carnal erotic pleasure that Guy was applying to Grace, lightning struck
nearby and thunder clapped loudly. Each time Guy suckled and licked Grace felt
erotic charges course through her body. It made her clit pucker forward and her
nipples harden like marble.

Guy brought one of
his palms up to her breasts. He rolled the soft skin in his hand as he
continued to eat her. Grace gripped the upholstered headboard for dear life.
Her body felt as though it was on fire. From this moment onward she knew her
previous life melted away and disappeared.

All my innocence, my naivety is washed away with each lap of his
tongue!
 
Grace gasped and panted.

She tastes so sweet. The finest nectar I have the pleasure of
tasting! I can do this all night.
Guy thought as he
watched her toss her head back and the tendrils of her hair cascade around her
face.

“Oh my...I’m
coming.” Grace cried.

Grace felt
pressure building. Her womb contracted against his tongue. Guy focused his eyes
on her. Beads of sexual sweat formed over Grace’s skin. She glistened and
glowed. Each moan and movement of Grace’s body Guy felt his own need constrict
his testicles and tighten his cock.

Blood rushed and
flowed in their ears. The sound of the storm was no longer audible to Grace or
Guy. Grace’s gasping and cries of mercy and pleasure took over the room.
Several times she called out Guy’s name in frenzy as her hips buried her pussy
onto his face. Guy held onto her tightly as he lapped up every last drop of her
delicious orgasmic release.

Panting Grace fell
forward on the headboard. She rested against the cool wall. Faint and intoxicated
by what just happen, Guy removed Grace from her position and pulled her down
over his body.

“I enjoyed that.”
Grace murmured.

“I’m glad you did
because I’m not through with you.” Guy replied.

Guy placed Grace
on her side to spoon her body. His solid rock hard cock pressed against Grace’s
bare arse. Guy pulled her dewy hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. Slowly
he drew his hand down her body, caressing gently, bringing it around to her
belly. There he followed his hand down to her soaking pussy.

“Guy...please I
beg you take me now.” Grace pleaded.

“No!” Guy snapped.

Guy ran one of his
fingers along Grace’s creamy clit. He found Grace’s nub to tease it. Grace
ground her arse against Guy’s cock in an attempt to persuade him to enter her.
It took a great deal of restraint from Guy to not come all over Grace’s
backside. Suddenly Guy was at the warm tight entrance of her pussy.

“I’m not going to
take you yet. I’m exploring a bit.” Guy growled.

Grace nodded as Guy
continued his kisses. Grace gyrated her arse against Guy’s cock. She felt the
roughness of his finger enter her dripping pussy. Grace’s shallow breathing
increased as Guy bucked his cock along her arse. With only the tip of his
finger in her, Guy felt her tightness.
Damn,
she is too tight. I’ll break her. I don’t want to hurt her.

“Guy...Guy...”
Grace chanted deliriously.

The more Guy
fingered Grace, the more wet she became. Soon Grace’s pussy flooded against his
palm all the way down to her arse giving Guy the slick friction his cock it
needed.

I need him inside me. I need him now. This can’t go on any longer!
Grace thought to herself, but she didn’t realise she said it out
loud.

“Do you need me
inside you Grace?” Guy questioned. His voice intense with heat. “Do you want me
inside you?”

“Please...I beg of
you! Take me now...take me tonight.” she cried to him. Guy turned her body to
him. Guy wanted to see if Grace was telling him the truth. There were tears in
the corners of her eyes from the sexual torture he gave her through foreplay.

“Are you sure,
Grace? Do you really want this? Look at me, tell me, Grace.” Guy demanded
roughly. He gripped her waist and pushed his hardness to her.

“
Yes! Yes!
” Grace shouted.

Grace kissed him
in carnal joy. Guy flipped Grace on her back. His muscular body rose above hers.
Guy spread Grace’s legs wide to look at her coral pussy lips. They puckered
creamily.

“Look at my cock
Grace. Feel it. Touch it.” he snarled.

Grace’s eyes were glassy
in ecstasy, looked at his bulging cock. It twitched before her like an angry
serpent.

“I might hurt you
Grace and that’s the last thing I want to do to you. Do you understand?” Grace
nodded weakly.

“I want this with
you and only you.” Grace said raspy.

“I don’t have a
condom. I don’t care if I get you pregnant. After tonight you’re mine, mine
alone.” Guy’s voice was deep, guttural and sure of himself.

Guy pushed Grace’s
thighs further apart with his strong athletic legs. The move jolted Grace into
reality.
There’s no going back. I’ve gone
too far.

Guy held the tip
of his cock at the entrance of her sex. Slowly he pushed it into her musky
syrupy pussy. He felt his cock tearing her apart.

Oh my god! The tip alone is bloody massive! His cock is huge!
Grace bit her lip, wincing in pain. Inch by inch, Guy pushed the
velvet hardness of his cock into the scorching heat of Grace’s womb. He
stretched her slowly, creeping along to reach the brink of her hymen. In
protective reaction Grace felt her womb clench. She felt heat and tightness and
knew he had to break her hymen.

“Grace, I’m going
to enter you now. Brace yourself.” Guy hissed. Grace yelped yes.

“Hold still.”

With one long hard
thrust Guy plunged deep into her. Her womb coated his cock with a gush of hot
liquid juice. Guy roared.

“
Oh god, Grace!
”

Guy bent his head
forward. He was beyond aroused. As he plunged into her again, they both felt
the skin rip and tear. Grace cried in pain. She bit down on Guy’s shoulder
again. Guy grabbed her waist. He begged her to be still before he came. He
wanted to enjoy it all. Grace clasped her hands onto his arse as Guy brought
her legs up to wrap around his own. When he did this he caught sight of his
cock. There was a slick ring of blood around it. She’s his and he marked her.
No man will ever have her like the way I did
.

Guy pumped his
cock in and out of Graces’ puffy bruised pussy. Guy groped at her breasts,
sucked on Grace’s nipples as she clawed at Guy’s back. They moved in unison.
The rhythmic movement lessened Graces’ pain. It made sex pleasurable.

Grace held onto
Guy like a person clung to a life preserver. She could feel his heart pulsing
along the ridge of his cock. Each time he thrusted deep within, Grace felt Guy’s
head swell bigger. Guy ran his hand down between their bodies so he could rub
her clit. Grace’s cries of rapture were frequent, demanding and loud. Her pussy
hot, wet and raw begging for more of Guy’s cock.

Finally Grace
could no longer hold back. Wave after wave orgasmic pleasure burst forth like a
dam. Graces’ pussy thrashed and tightened around Guy’s cock in attempts to milk
him.

“Keep coming
Grace.” Guy murmured in her ear.

Another squeeze of
her womb was all it took. Guy gave in to the throes of orgasm. Enthralled Guy
ruptured sticky ribbons of hot white semen into her quivering pussy extracting
every last drop. Every inch of her was covered in his seed. Guy fell over her
body panting. Guy kissed Grace.

Bloody hell! That’s quite powerful!
Guy
never encountered an orgasm like he had tonight, and it truly was the first,
sexual orgasm in Grace’s experience.

           
As
Guy pulled his body off of Grace, the sights and sounds returned to normal. The
thunderstorm moved away as they laid in bed. They listened to the slowing of
the rain. After awhile, they began to talk about the sex. Grace assured Guy he
hadn’t hurt her and she enjoyed every minute of it. Soon focus shifted to food.
They were starving. They got up from bed and went to the lounge to have the
last of champagne, eat some pretzels and chocolates.

           
Once
they were done eating and talking, Guy drew them a hot bubble bath. They sat in
the tub, talking and laughing. Guy promised that he’ll continue to see Grace in
London and couldn’t wait for her to move. As he made promises of the future,
Grace felt apprehension.

           
I hope he’s telling the truth...I hope his
promises are kept because I’m falling in love with him.
Grace thought to
herself.

♥

Not
pleased by Grace’s reaction Trevor went to find his parka to chase her down.
She’s run off before she’s given me a
chance!
He scowled.
Women like Grace
usually fall into my bed with ease! What’s gone wrong?
 
Normally Trevor would’ve had Grace in his bed without
knickers. Trevor’s hand wrapped tightly around her delicate neck whilst Grace
squirmed during rough sex. He loved watching his women suffocate before he’d climax.
His intentions were to never let a girl climax and leave them sore and bruised.

           
It’d been ages since Trevor had sex
with a girl like Grace. Trevor’s schedule hectic from filming shows, writing a cookbook
and Tamzin’s wedding, it proved to be time consuming.
Tonight was to end this drought!
Graces’ reaction fanned the flames
even further and Trevor was determined to finish what he started by going to
her cottage. Trevor anger rose as he rushed around searching for his parka.
When it was in his hands, he stormed to the front door and swung it. There in
front of him stood Gemma, wiping a fat droplet of rain that hit her head.
Startled, he took a step back.

           
“Can I help you?” Trevor asked.

           
“I’m lost. I was trying to find my
way back to the hall, but the rain started and the trees are dense with
foliage. It makes it difficult to see the lights.” Gemma mumbled.

           
During Gemma’s walk, skies grew
increasingly dark. The stars and moon covered by storm clouds. Although she saw
some of the lights in the breaks of the trees, it was impossible to walk
through them.

           
“Where’re you coming from?” Trevor
grumbled.

           
“The cottage further down the path.”
Gemma replied.

           
The wind howled and rain poured from
the sky. Trevor
 
engrossed in his
thoughts didn’t notice Gemma getting wet.
She
came from Grace’s cottage?

           
“Can I come in please?” Gemma
begged.

           
Trevor nodded as beckoned Gemma in. He
went to fetch a towel as Gemma took the liberty to sit on the couch.

           
“Is it ok to stay until the storm
passes?” Gemma asked as Trevor handed her the towel. Trevor nodded yes.

           
“Did you come from my bakers’
cottage? Grace’s cottage.” Trevor asked as he walked around to sit next to
Gemma on the couch.

           
“Yes! She’s shagging my boyfriend,
Guy, as we speak. Guy Rowling, the footballer. That dirty slapper!” Gemma
sneered as she rubbed the towel on her hair. “At dinner Guy left me alone. So I
followed him to the cottage. I saw them doing the nasty!”

           
Trevor smiled like a Cheshire cat.
He clapped his hands as he got up from the couch.

           
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
Trevor asked.

           
“Yes please.” Gemma replied
politely.

           
 
Trevor placed the kettle on the hob. He
couldn’t help but think about Grace.
Grace
isn’t interested in me because she prefers dirty footballers. Ah when one mouse
gets away another comes through the garden door!
Trevor knew girls like
Gemma had reputations. Gemma’s an opportunity not to be missed.
For now, Gemma will have to do.

           
The kettle whistled as Trevor poured
brandy into the tea cup along with a sedative.
This one’s not getting away so easily.

♥

 
When lightning struck the hall the stinging
slap of Tamzin’s palm on Darren’s cheek made Darren feel he was struck by the
same bolt.