In a love hotel with Grace (part 5).

I sat down on the loveseat with Grace on my lap. She immediately undid the knot on the fluffy belt and opened my robe, getting her hands on my pecs as she licked my lips.

“I think I like it when you get aggressive like that,” she purred. “And that hungry look in your eyes…” Grace shuddered. “I wonder if I’ll be able to resist teasing you all the time. I love that look.”

I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her if she did. “Go easy on me, please,” I said, chuckling.

“I’ll think about it. After today. For now…” She loosened her own robe, raised her hips, gently grasped my dick and rubbed the tip against her wet labia. “No mercy for you, mister. And I expect you not to show me any mercy, either.” She lowered herself on me, slowly, letting us both enjoy the sensation of her pussy clamping on my cock. She pecked my lips and whispered in a smoldering tone. “Give me all of it. Fuck me so hard I’ll be dreaming of you for three nights straight.”

Something in my brain snapped. I wrapped my arms around Grace’s waist and held her tight. She arched her back and pushed her breasts on my face while I thrust into her from below.

“Oooh!” she moaned, throwing her head back and biting her lip with a big smirk. “Yes! Just like that, Oliver! Fuck my pussy!”

Without realizing it, I’d taken the lead again. I had told Grace she’d be on top next time and… Yeah, she was, but she was most definitely not in charge at the moment. My brain was in overdrive, having slowly gone from zero to fifty before jumping all the way to a hundred the moment she whispered in my ear.

Grace’s pussy kept on coiling around me, hot, tight and slippery. She moaned loudly every time my hips met her ass and my dick kissed her womb. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked hard on it and kept on thrusting at a quick pace, with Grace keeping her butt raised to give me space to move and her hands on the loveseat’s backrest.

“Mmmm! It feels so damn good…! She gasped. “Oliver! Oliver!” She called my name in her ecstasy-caused dizziness.

I thrust and thrust, over and over, time unmoving or flying past me. Either way I didn’t care. I was in heaven.

Grace’s pussy clamped around me again, its grip stronger than before. Her body and her arms at the sides of my head shook violently. She moaned with pursed lips and head hanging low. As for myself, I didn’t fight my orgasm. I filled Grace’s pussy as a wave of intense pleasure burned my body. And yet my cock remained hard, feeling Grace’s walls pulsing.

Breathing heavy, Grace kissed my cheek, gave my ear a gentle nibble, and whispered. “No mercy, remember?”

I pulled out of her, helped her get on all four on the loveseat and then I got behind her. With one foot on my previous seat and the other on the floor, I inserted myself inside Grace again. She held onto the armrest for dear life and eagerly moaned her approval.

“Yes…! Yes…! You’re hitting such a good spot! I love it so much!”

Quick, snappy thrusts. Over and over. My hands squeezed her ass and my cock stretched her pussy. My heart was going wild and my vision got a little blurry every so often. Grace’s heavy breasts swung under her.

“Does it feel good, Oliver?” she suddenly asked. “Does my pussy make you feel good?”

“Yeah…!” I said. I wasn’t thinking straight, and even if I was I still doubt I’d have found any smart words to answer that. “It’s incredible.”

Grace moaned with a satisfied smile on her face. A minute later, she was coming on my cock again, knuckles turning white from how hard she was gripping the couch.

That set the score at six to three in my favor, though I already wasn’t sure if I had it right. I’d lose count by next round. And speaking of… No mercy, right?

I picked Grace up and carried her to the bed, where we went at it yet again.

Later, I turned my attention from my extremely important task for only a moment to check my phone and see the time. 7:20 pm. About three hours since we entered the hotel, just a little under two before we had to leave.

“What’s wrong?” Grace asked me, looking back at me.

I shook my head. “Just checking something. We still have time.”

She grinned and went back to her own endeavors, taking my dick back in her mouth. Below her, I set my phone aside and continued licking her slick pussy.

Grace’s boobs pressed and rubbed against my lower stomach as her head bobbed while sucking me hard. Her tongue ran along and around my length, and being a little too big for her to take completely, she also stroked me with three fingers not quite closing around my girth.

We went at it calmly, which was much needed after about… two hours of craziness. It was just like with Mila. Two straight hours of pure, wild sex that left both of us in serious need of a break. We drank a lot of water, hopped in the shower, spent about ten more minutes in the hot tub outside with our complimentary drinks, and then went back to the bed. However, I was much faster to recover than Grace. She wasn’t ready for another round that intense, so instead she climbed on top of me, got her legs around my head and went down to suck me off.

From my own position, I was having fun gently playing with and examining her pussy. It was pretty, of a light pink color and still nice and wet. I didn’t see anything immediately wrong, or at least nothing I could identify. I started wondering if she felt sore, so I asked her.

“No, there’s nothing wrong down there,” she said, chuckling, looking back at me and playfully swaying her hips. “Notice how I’m still wet. If I couldn’t go any more, then I wouldn’t be. That’s how the body tells you it’s done. No, the reason I need a rest is here.” She tapped her head with a finger. “How do it put this? When you make me come, it feels… out of this world,” she said with a shuddering breath. “Like Mila put it: it’s like getting high on sex.”

Mila had said that? And… Yeah, that was an interesting and easy to understand way to put it. It felt amazing for me, too, but I couldn’t say if it was to that level.

“Give me a little longer and we can go again, okay?” She kissed the tip of my dick and continued sucking on it.

I did the same, planting gentle kisses on her pussy lips and licking her slit every so often. I was trying to make her feel good, but not so good that she’d come. It was a surprisingly tough balancing act.

She made me come after a few minutes, keeping her lips around the tip and audibly swallowing every drop of my cum, even licking whatever remained around,

“I still can’t get over how tasty it is,” she said, tracing a finger along my twitching length.

“…Is it really? And it’s not normal?”

“It is and it’s not, respectively. Okay, it’s not like drinking condensed milk, but it leaves a nice aftertaste. It’s bizarre, but not unwelcome.” She laughed. “Want to try it?”

“No, thank you,” I answered quickly and firmly. Kissing her in the middle of sex after she’d swallowed it all? Sure. Too horny to care. Tasting my own cum? Not a fan of the idea.

Grace rolled to the side and moved to lay next to me on the bed, snuggling close. “I guess everyone has a line they’d rather not cross.”

“What’s yours?”

“Hmm. Couldn’t say anything specific. I haven’t… experimented much. I don’t think I’m into pain, though.”

I nodded, making a mental note of it.

Author's Note: I managed to write a 69 scene in chapter 69. Laugh.