Grace tried to reply, to say she fucking hoped she felt him for days, weeks even, hoped he fucked her all night long and into tomorrow until her body couldn't take another orgasm--but the smack to her mound made it impossible to do anything but cry out, squealing sharply, her cunt squeezing around his cock as she very nearly came apart right then and there. Then he was fucking her, and fucking her good, his hips popping hard against her thighs, those deep, rough strokes everything she'd been craving for hours. He never treated her like she was delicate, knew she could take what only he coule give her. "Yes yes yes yes fuck yes Bull just like that," Grace wailed, digging her hands into the bedding, her tits bouncing with every hard thrust, the jangling chain tugging her nipples and only adding to the already intense stimulation. "Oh God oh my God please please please don't stop don't ever fucking stop!"