The change in position only made things worse—or better—because now, Grace could feel the full, unmistakable hardness pressing between her legs.
Her breath hitched.
God… He was so big, so thick. With no more fabric separating them, she could feel the heat of him easily, the sheer size making her shiver in anticipation and fear.
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the growing ache between them, but Ross was having none of it.
His free hand slid down, gripping her hips firmly before guiding her to move against him.
A choked moan escaped her lips as the thick ridge of his cock rubbed against her soaked folds of her pink married pussy.
"See what you do to me, Grace?" Ross murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.
Grace could only whimper in response.
Her struggle weakened with every passing second.
The fight in her was slipping away, replaced by something deeper, something primal.
