Giving Grace by Megyn Ward

Author:Megyn Ward [Ward, Megyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ardor Press
Published: 2019-09-28T23:00:00+00:00

Twenty

Ryan

Five months later

I’m on a strict schedule these days.

Up by 4AM.

In the gym by five.

In the tank for a session by seven.

Downstairs by nine, on most days, to help Henley open the center.

The hour between is for showering and what my therapist refers to self-exploration.

Which is a therapeutic code for jerking off.

Guess what time it is?

Eyes closed, jaw clenched, I lift a hand off the bed and settle it on my chest and press it against my pec, feeling my heart and it picks up the pace, starts to thump harder and louder under my hand until the rush of blood in my ears is all I can hear and the heavy push and pull of my breath in my lungs is the only thing I can feel.

The hand on my chest starts to move. Slides down the slats of my ribcage and over my abs, contracted in anticipation. A soft hiss of breath escapes my parted lips when the callused tips of my fingers reach my bellybutton, brushing against the engorged head of my cock before sliding down the thick, rigid length of it.

I’m hard today.

Sometimes I’m not.

Sometimes I just lay here for thirty minutes and feel like a failure.

Wrapping my hand around it, I give myself a testing stroke, slowly pumping my shaft from tip to base, and back again, gentling squeezing the head of it in my grip to gather the steady stream of pre-cum leaking from its tip. I keep stroking, my fist sliding up and down the length of my cock until I feel a familiar loosening in my chest, a shifting over from feeling weird and self-conscious about the fact that a mental health care professional actually prescribed me mandatory masturbation sessions to not giving a shit because this is the only time of day that I let myself think about her.

The only time I let myself remember what she felt like.

How she smelled.

What her pussy tasted like when I licked her arousal off my fingers.

“Grace.”

When I say her it out loud, my hips give an involuntary upward thrust, off the mattress and into the grip I have on my cock. I think about her. That night. The way she felt against me. Her stiff, swollen nipples pushed against my bare chest. Her warm, soft breath against the side of my neck. The way her tits bounced and brushed against me with every hard fuck I gave her with my fingers. The hot, wet slide of them, in and out of her pussy. The tight clench of it, how she screamed my name when she came.

Suddenly, I’m not fucking my hand. I’m fucking her. Grace is riding me, lifting and lowering herself along the shaft of my cock. Pumping and stroking me with her slick, hot pussy and I feel myself start to falter. Start to doubt myself. An annoying little itch at the base of my brain, trying to convince me that this would never happen. That even if Grace ever did decide

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