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Chapter Eighty-OneMac and Grace could barely keep their hands off each other as they hurried from the pool back to their suite. Once they were behind closed doors, Mac said, “Get on the table and spread your legs for me, Grace.”Grace was still reeling from the fact that Mac had not only made her cum in the swimming pool but that a complete stranger watched it happen and stroked himself under a towel on a lounger nearby. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into Mac, but she didn’t mind a bit.“You were so fuckin’ sexy being a badass corporate bitch the past two days,” he said in a low growl as he slid her bikini bottoms off. “And now here you are, all mine, ready to give your body to me. That’s such a turn-on, baby!”Grace smiled seductively. Her entire body was humming from the way he was taking charge. “My body is yours, whatever you want; however you want.”He was already hard as a fucking rock when she added, “No limits, Sir.”Holy shit! He was surprised he hadn’t cum in his pants when she called him Sir. He’d never been a shy lover, but he’d also never considered himself ultra-dominant either. Now he had the love of his life with her legs spread and her pussy glistening, offering herself submissively.“My Grace; my sweet, sexy, slutty Grace. You make me think of all kinds of decadent things I want to do with you.”“Good,” she purred. “Because I’ve never wanted anything more. I don’t want you to hold back. No worrying about my past, no fretting over how far is too far. I don’t see us as the Master and slave kind of couple. But there are times I need you to take charge and own me; this is one of those times. I promise to tell you if anything gets to be too much. But tonight, I need you to treat me like a sex toy.”Mac felt his lust ready to take over. “I’m only going to ask once. Are you sure?”“You opened Pandora’s box in the pool. I’ve never done anything like that. I want more.”“Be careful what you wish for, slut.”“Thank you, Sir.”“Take off your top. I want you naked,” Mac demanded. He went into the bedroom and came out with the vibrating bullet and a bottle of lube. “Spread your ass cheeks apart for me, slut.”“Yes, Sir,” she said as she obeyed his command.He squirted a healthy amount of lubricant directly into her puckered hole that gaped open for him at the moment. Then he slid the silver bullet into her ass and turned it on low. He watched as pleasure washed over her face. Then he pulled up a chair and feasted on her delicious pussy. Little by little, he turned up the vibrator’s speed until it was on high. Her hips rocked, and she moaned like a needy little slut.He licked, sucked, and nibbled until her back arched, and her climax left her shuddering. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And each time, she said, “Thank you, Sir.”His cock ached for attention. He looked at the door to the terrace and decided it was growing dark enough to take Grace outside.“Get off the table and go out onto the terrace. I want to use my slut out in the open.”She didn’t hesitate at all; she simply got down from the dining room table and walked out onto the terrace. Once outside, she asked, “Where do you want me, Sir?”Mac grinned wickedly. “Sit in that chair, slut, and open your mouth. I need your talented mouth and tongue.”She sat down, and he walked up to her, took his dick out, and rubbed it on her face. His mind tried to tell him that this was demeaning. But his lust took over, and he remembered that she’d asked for this. He trusted that if he crossed a line, she’d speak up. The look in her eyes spoke volumes; she was enjoying this as much as he was.“Do you want this in your mouth, slut? Do you want to suck my cock?”“Oh, yes, Sir!” she replied quickly. güvenilir bahis “Use my mouth to make your cock feel good.”“Open up and show me how much you want it. Show me what a good little cocksucker you are!”She licked and sucked his rigid shaft slowly and seductively. “Oh, fuck! You’re such a little tease!”She grinned and looked up at him with her blue eyes and said, “Fuck my throat, Sir.”He grabbed her head, with its curls still damp from the pool, and eased his dick into her throat. She moaned, and the vibrations felt fabulous.“I’m gonna fuck your throat, slut, since you asked me so nicely. I’m gonna use what’s mine.”Grace nodded and relaxed her throat to accommodate more of Mac’s thick prick. He slid in further, amazed by her ability to take him like this, and moved in and out slowly.“Fuck! You feel so good, baby!” he cried out as he picked up the pace and started fucking her throat faster and harder.“You doing okay, baby?” he asked. She nodded vigorously.Then he let his lust take over, and he held her head against him and pumped into her throat. The gagging noises she made were so fucking hot that he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. He felt his balls tingle before they tightened. As they let go, he pulled out and covered her face with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.“God, baby, you look so hot sitting there with my cum all over your face!” Mac panted. “You were fucking amazing!”He realized that the vibrator was still buzzing away in her ass and said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”He came back outside within seconds and said, “Get up on the table, slut.”With her face still covered in cum, she got on the table and spread her legs. She knew what his intentions were, and she wanted him to see that she was all in.He took the lube and rubbed it all over the neck of the wine bottle he had grabbed. Then he slid it into her pussy and moved it in and out in slow, deliberate moves.“Oh, God, yes!” Grace moaned. “Fuck my pussy, Sir!”He grinned wickedly and pumped the bottle into her hard, fast, and deep. “You like this in your cunt, don’t you slut? You’re such a dirty girl, letting me use you like a fuck toy.”“Yes, Sir! I’m your dirty little fuck toy!” Grace cried out.He continued to ram her slutty little hole while he used his thumb to rub her clit. Within seconds, she came violently, screaming, “Oh, fuckkkkk!”He pulled the bottle out and flipped her over. Leaving the bullet in place, he pushed his cock, now hard as a rock again, into her tight little ass.“You wanted to be used like a fuck toy, slut. Well, then take my cock in your ass like a good girl! Beg me to fuck you harder slut!”“God, yes, Sir! Please fuck my ass hard and deep!”Mac pumped away while he reached under Grace and found her swollen clit.“I’m gonna fuck your ass hard until you cum, Grace!”Grace was panting and moaning as Mac fucked her ass like a jackhammer. When her orgasm finally ripped through her entire body, Mac emptied himself into her ass, filling her with his seed.Eventually, he slid out and took the bullet out with him. He watched his cum ooze out of her puckered hole and grinned. “You’re so amazing, Grace. You are so fucking hot. I love you so much.”She sighed happily as he helped her up to a sitting position. “I love you too, Mac. Thank you so much for giving me exactly what I needed. I can’t say I want to be used that hard on a regular basis, but I definitely want to make it a special on the menu!”He laughed as he brought her into his arms. “You know that I love to make love to you slowly and tenderly too. But yeah, this was decadent. Thank you so much, Grace. I just felt like you unleashed an animal in me. Thanks for letting the beast come güvenilir bahis siteleri out to play.”Grace suddenly stiffened, and he thought he’d said something wrong. “What is it, baby?”She relaxed and laughed. “Look over there.”Mac looked in the direction she was pointing and saw the man from the pool deck on a nearby terrace, naked as a jaybird, with his spent cock in his hand.“I guess he enjoyed more free live porn, huh?” Mac laughed.“Well, he sure got an eyeful,” Grace sighed.“Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and figure out what to do for dinner. You have to be starving by now. I don’t want a grumpy Grace on my hands.”“I feel like Chinese food,” she said. Chapter Eighty-TwoMac texted Bjorn.Is there Chinese food within walking distance?His reply came quickly.Yes, Magasasa Classic. It’s about a five-minute walk. But I’m headed in that direction if you are ready to leave right now and would like a ride.We’ll be right down.“How quick can you be ready?”“Do I need to do makeup and hair?“Nope. You’re beautiful without any fuss,” Mac said.“Then I’m ready now.”When Bjorn dropped them off at the restaurant, Mac told him they would just walk back to the hotel after dinner.They managed to get a table for two reasonably quickly, and Mac told Grace to order a couple of dishes that she liked, and they’d split them. She chose a shredded pork stir fry, a chicken dish with bell peppers and onions with noodles, and some pan-fried dumplings.As they sipped tea and waited for their food, Mac gazed at Grace and said, “I meant what I said about you being beautiful just as you are.”Grace smiled, “I was going to say something snarky, but you really do mean it, don’t you?”“Yes, I do. Don’t get me wrong; I love when you go all out with the makeup and the hair and some sexy little dress. But seeing you in jeans and a t-shirt with just a hint of lip gloss makes me just as hard for you.”“How can your dick possibly be hard again? You came twice outside and once in the shower.”“How can I not be hard around you?” he asked.Over dinner, they discussed transition strategy, wedding plans, and what they should do over the weekend. Mac watched as Grace used chopsticks as if she’d done so all her life. He shrugged it off. Another little mystery, he supposed.The waiter came and poured more tea.“Xiè-xiè,” Grace said. “Cèsuǒ zài nǎli?”The waiter pointed her in the direction of the restroom. Grace told Mac she’d be right back.He sighed and remembered Bjorn’s advice. There were going to be things about Grace he didn’t understand or that surprised him. He had two choices. He could accept her and love her with all her mysterious baggage. Or he could let her go and walk away from the best thing that ever happened to him.Of course, there was no walking away from Grace. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t ask questions. When she returned from the bathroom, Mac asked Grace, “So, where did you pick up the Mandarin?”She picked up her chopsticks and nibbled on a dumpling. “How about I share that with you on our walk home?” she said, not making eye contact.“Sure,” Mac answered, letting his imagination run wild as to what her reason might be.On the walk back to the hotel, Grace slipped her hand in his and sighed. Then, without any real lead-in, she said, “My parents worked in counterintelligence. They met on the job, working for the Defense Intelligence Agency. Their main purpose was to detect, assess, and neutralize any damaging efforts by foreign entities.”Mac just squeezed her hand and let her keep talking.“They never meant to have me. My mother’s pregnancy was a complete surprise to her. They agreed that she would quit working to take care of me. When I started Kindergarten, iddaa siteleri my mother wanted to start working again. So that she could remain at home to care for me, she made a deal with the CIA to use our home as a temporary safe house when they were looking to stash someone of importance for a few days or a week, sometimes longer. My father told me that we were hosting foreign dignitaries. That’s where I picked up bits and pieces of Mandarin and some of the other languages that I’m not quite fluent in.”Mac was trying to take all this in as Grace continued.“By the time I was in high school, my mother was working as an agent again and went on a covert mission with my father. The DIA was collaborating with the CIA and the FBI. I have no idea what the mission was, but my parents were killed when a rogue agent gave up their location. The building they were in, along with boxes of counterintelligence information, were blown to bits.”“Oh, my God, baby!” Mac stopped, turned to face her, and pulled her into his arms.Grace pushed away. “I need to finish.”“Of course, go ahead. I’m listening.”“I was staying with my mother’s sister, who blamed my father for my mother’s death. She told me I was cut from that same cloth and wanted me out of her house. I was seventeen and had no idea where to go. I crashed at a friend’s house until my parents’ lawyer found me and told me that there was a trust set up for my college education. I bounced around from friend to friend until I graduated high school early and then started college right away. Mostly, so I would have a place to live.”Mac was amazed at how steady and monotone Grace’s voice was as the mysteries of her past came spilling out.“I never really had time to process the fact that with my parents gone and my aunt disowning me that I was literally on my own at seventeen. I just put my head down, buried myself in learning, and latched onto the first exciting job offer once I was finished with college. And, you know how that turned out.”Mac was silent for a moment. Then he put his arms around Grace, and he felt her fighting back the tears. “Just let it out, baby. I’m here.”She went limp against him and sobbed; the sounds muffled as her face was buried in his neck. Mac felt his heart being squeezed and vowed to spend the rest of their lives together, finding ways to show her love and joy.When she had no more tears to cry, she looked up at Mac and said, “Take me back to our suite and make love to me.”Mac smiled down at her. “There’s nothing I’d like better.” Chapter Eighty-ThreeOnce they were back in their room, they undressed slowly and got into bed together. Mac tucked her hair behind her ear and lifted her chin to kiss her tenderly.“You’re so impossibly beautiful.”“Oh, sure, with my eyes all red from crying…”“Even with that. You just take my breath away.”He kissed her again and cupped a breast with his hand. “Everything about you is exactly what I want and need.”He kissed a trail down her body until he reached the soft, bare skin of her mound. Once there, he let his tongue trace sensual circles around and eventually captured her clit between his lips. She gasped softly, her hips lifting ever so slightly, and then she sighed as Mac licked and sucked so gently, she thought she might die of happiness.His tongue darted around among her pink folds, and then he resumed sucking on her hard little nub until her hips moved in a sensual rhythm. He felt her body tense and knew she was close. So, he slid a single finger inside her, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, “Oh, God, yes!” as her orgasm rippled through her entire being, leaving her momentarily breathless.“Oh, my God, Mac!” she whispered hoarsely. “You’re so incredibly talented in the fine art of feline dining.”Mac laughed heartily. “Leave it to you to find a delicate way to describe feasting on your pussy.”“I want you inside me, Mac. I want to feel you moving in and out of me and…”

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