Page 93 of The Notorious Lady

Grace eased herself down Ford’s cock. His face was flushed, his fingers tightening on her hips. He was straining from the need to push her down and impale her on his cock; she could feel it. And because of it, she went slow.

After he’d made her come so many times, she’d think she would be satisfied, yet she wanted more.

She wanted him. Inside her.

She sat on top of him, her muscles grabbing at his cock as she tried to take all of him. Pressing her palm against his chest, she lifted herself up, then sat down harder, her clitoris making contact with the ball of his cock ring.

A tingle shot across her body.

She repeated the action.

Her eyes were on his face, watching the minute changes in his expressions. After a moment, he joined in, thrusting with her every slide down his cock.

Their breathing grew ragged, their moans filling the room as they matched their movements.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice raspy, his face flushed with desire. “So tight.”

She tightened her inner muscles as he said so, and he groaned.

Desire surged through her like wildfire. She lowered her body over him, her need to taste him undeniable. She licked his neck, then bit him there.

“Ford,” she gasped, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm again.

He grunted, thrusting harder inside her depths, the little metal ball caressing her swollen sensitive tip, urging her to climax.

He squeezed her bottom, aiding her movements on top of his swollen cock. It was hard and hot, pulsing and trembling within her.

She felt that he was close to his finish as well.

Their moans were loud and desperate, and the bed rattled violently, adding to the cacophony of sounds.

“I’m almost there,” he whispered and gripped her hips. He rolled her over, still deep inside her and continued his thrusts as they changed positions. She was sprawled on her back, her legs wrapped around his thighs, his body covering hers.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his face red and twisted from tension. He braced himself against the mattress, his elbows bracketing her face as he continued his wild thrusts. Grace pushed her palms into the headboard to keep herself from banging into it.

His cock was swollen, hard, full… wonderful, filling her perfectly, the friction between their bodies making her moan.

He finally withdrew, slapping his throbbing cock against her belly. He came, an agonizing growl leaving his throat, his entire body shuddering with the force of his climax. The evidence of his bliss spilled over her belly and breasts before he plopped onto his back, with an exhausted sigh.

Grace watched him as heat traveled in waves through her body, still recovering from her own release. Their heavy breaths were the only sounds in the room.

Sweat ran down his face and throat. He looked completely drained. And utterly satisfied.

Slowly, he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips.

“This was inc—” he didn’t get to finish his sentence, as right at that moment the door opened unexpectedly with such force that it banged against the wall.

Grace yelped, and Ford immediately lunged in front of her, shielding her naked body from the intruder while his own nakedness was on full display. His hand shot out to the side table, feeling for the dagger he kept there, when Grace recognized the intruder. The tall, broad frame, the ink-black shoulder-length hair, the icy gaze, the menacing frown, and the scar slashing across his face—she would have recognized him anywhere. Not to mention, this was his house.

“Hades?” She pulled on the sheet in a futile attempt to cover them both.

“For God’s sake!” Ford cursed.

Grace’s entire body flushed in embarrassment as she watched Hades’ face turn from calm and calculated to shocked, then furious, embarrassed, and back to angry again.

“Get dressed,” he growled. “And come out immediately!”

He turned on his heel and stomped away, not bothering to close the door behind him.