‘Do you really need me to spell it out?’ Grace wanted to know, giving him a small smile. Grant smiled back. ‘No,’ Grant said, stretching out n...xt to Grace on the bed. ‘You’re gorgeous,’ he breathed, pulling the straps down her shoulders. Grace held her breath as Grant kissed her softly, his hands roaming over her. ‘Are you sure you want this?’ Grant asked. Grace answered him by unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it down his arms. ‘I’m more sure of this then anything else I’ve ever done,’ Grace. Grabbing a handful of cubes she held them in her hand and pressed them on her shoulders and along the back of her neck. Normally the shock of the cold would be annoying but not in this heat. By the time she had brought her hand over her collar bone the ice was long melted and droplets of water ran down her chest following along the curves of her breasts. Her tank top was quickly saturated and would soon be see through. Good thing she was back at her room. Alone in her room, enjoying a light rye. He laughed at me and swept his arm around his gang."I got a rep lady," he sneered, "I'd lose respect if I welch on a deal. 'Sides, you got to win first bitch, if you think you're up for it of course. Are you on or not?"I was more determined than ever to wipe the smile off the bastard's face, he was throwing out the additional challenge and I looked him straight in the eyes as I answered."You're on!" I snapped, "Now cut the chatter and let's get this over with, I have things to do!" No!" I heard. She looked backwards and watched as more than eight inches of his manhood were now buried deep inside her. He began to fuck her with slow deliberate movements forcing more and more of his enormous cock into her. She had never felt such pressure and she was near to a climax. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Fuck fuck fuck. She shouted as a huge powerful orgasm shook her body from head to foot. He was now fucking her like a man possessed faster and faster. She was like a rag doll in his hands. Orgasm after.