Six months later....

"....unless you wanna mess with me…", you tell her, a grin depicted on your face. Grace is pinned against the wall of her room, her hands held firmly up by yours. She shakes her head, watching bottom-up with a lost expression, excited by the contact between your naked bodies. Since that day when she lost so badly, the girl never challenged you again. Moreover, when any physical confrontation has been occasionaly brought into your relationship, either for game play or talking, she has always adopted a dismissive behaviour, admitting your superiority in that field. You love bulliyng her around, as she did at the outset of your love story. But in the end, of course, that has become more than anything a kind of light foreplay. "Kiss my chest!", you command, enjoying being in control. Predictably, Grace follows your order immediately. "Now kiss me!", you ask her again. The girl pulls out her tongue and puts it in your mouth. For a moment, your tongues are entangled in a lovely battle for excitement, but she is quickly on the losing end again. You feel her body pathetically shaking, overwhelmed by your smell, energy and strenght. Recklessely, you slid your hand between her legs. She yells out for the surprise, but just a muffled sound of sheer pleasure leaves her mouth. "Chris...honey...please…", she says, shrinking her face away, "It's too much...it is a real ****...fuck me please...please…". You get closer to her ear, whispering; "Maybe later my sweety. I'm enjoying the moment…and besides that, I haven't come to your titties yet". This time she shouts out desperately, making you smile.