Chapter 83 Can't Push It

Chapter 83 Can't Push It
\[Grant’s POV\]

I stare at the woman in front of me sitting there on that counter with her legs splayed, showing every fucking thing.

It’s taking all my energy to not just rip my clothes and plow into her soaked pussy and I’m certain that she realizes because a mischievous smile plays on her lips.

“Are you just going to stare?” She asks invitingly. “Or…”

She trails off, her hand running along her chest to her stomach, and coming to rest right above her pussy.

“Are you into watching?”

Fuck, she’s dangerous, that much I was learning, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected any less given how boldly she approached me back then.

“As much as I want to watch.” I say slowly moving forward and then kneeling in front of her. “I’d rather enjoy.”

Nodding, she moves her hand back up her body and hooks a thigh over my shoulder.

“Then do it.”

I don’t need anymore encouragement than that to spur me forward, my face burying itself between her legs so that my lips and tongue can attack her pussy.

“Oh!” She gasps, wrapping her manicured fingers in my hair. “That’s it.”

Beautiful mewls of pleasure escape her as I begin taunting her swollen clit with my tongue and when she starts to grow even wetter, I greedily lap at her juices like I’m starving for hydration.

“Grant,” Gianna whimpers, clawing at my head. “That’s it!”

“Careful,” I warn against her pussy. “You’re going to suffocate me if you keep pushing.”

“At least you would day happily,” she giggles and I can’t argue that.

To die between this womans thighs wouldn’t just be a pleasure, it would be an honor, but since we were too early in our relationship and she still believed that we only married because of the baby and my needing a shield, I couldn’t tell her.

“I’d like to live so I can ravage you properly.” I say instead, reaching up and pulling her hands away from my head. “So, be good and enjoy.”

As I speak, I lift my gaze to Gianna’s and when our eyes meet, she gives a nod before tilting her head back and moaning as I continue my attack.

“Grant,” she gasps as I quicken my pace. “Grant.”

“That’s it,” I tell her, pushing a finge into her and moving it. “Keep saying my name just like that.”

“Grant,” she repeats and I feel her body tensing. “Oh, fuck!” She groans, her legs quaking with the power of the orgasm she is having. “Grant!”

Her voice rings out, echoing around us and as she cums, her juices erupt on my tongue.

I lap at them like a madman and only when there isn’t a drop left do I release her and then stand.

Panting, Gianna watches me as I pull my shirt off and then start to undo my pants.

“Hurry,” she whimpers, causing my dick to throb painfully. “I want more.”

“Your a greedy vixen, aren’t you?” I chuckle, pulling my pants down and stepping out of them. “But honestly, it’s pretty sexy to hear you begging me. Go on,” I urge her, palming myself and slowly running my tip along her slit. “Do it again.”

“Please,” Gianna moans. “Please, give it to me.”

“Give you what?” I ask, pressing my tip against her core. “Use your words, Vixen.”

“Give me your dick.” She says and I’m pushing, burying myself deep inside her as her walls squeeze me perfectly. “Oh, fuck!”

“Oh, fuck is right.” I grunt, starting to move slowly. “You’re going to end up squeezing off my dick.”

“No chance,” Gianna groans, wrapping her legs around me. “How could I possibly do that when I like it so much?”

“Oh?” I ask, leaning forward so I can push deeper. “Then tell me how much you like it.”

“I like it,” she gasps as I pull almost completely out and push back in. “I like it so much.” She continues while I quicken my thrusts. “I like it so much.” She moans, arching her back and moving her hips in time with my thrusts. “That’s it, Grant. That’s it.”

Beautiful.

It’s the only word to use as I watch the woman beneath me move along with me, making sure that I work her just right and when her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body tenses again, I feel her walls clench against me with another orgasm, but there was no way that I was going to stop here. I was going to make sure I got my fill and if that meant fucking her all night, well, I was willing to do it.

At least, I would if she wasn’t pregnant, but as I remind myself of that, I know that I’m not going to be able to fuck Gianna into oblivion like I want.

Instead, I hold back, giving her just enough to make her feel good and make me feel satisfied until I’m finally filling her with my cum, but to my amazement as I prepare to pull out of her she tightens her hold on me and gives me a look that screams don’t do it.

“I can’t push you too hard, my little Vixen.” I tell her, grabbing a leg and pulling it from around me. “We don’t want to harm the baby.”

“But it’s fine,” Gianna whines and I feel my resolve wavering. “Noel said…”

“That we had to be careful.” I tell her. “Now be good and don’t push it.”

At my words, Gianna lets out a grumble of annoyance and when her leg that still holds me tightens, I wonder if she is going to push it. However, in the end she doesn’t and once I’m out of her she shoots me a glare.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I chuckle. “You aren’t the only one that isn’t satisfied with this.”

“Oh?” she asks, shifting her gaze to my still hard dick. “Does someone still want some attention?”

“Pardon?”

Smiling seductively, Gianna slides from the counter and then drops to her knees in front of me and I know exactly what it is that she’s about to do.