Grace Dove Nude Novels & Stories

Call me when you are ready <3 Who the fuck was Dylan and what did he do to Dove?

Mine forever. With shaking hands, I turn Grace over onto her stomach, yanking her dress up and leaving it around her waist, my palms raking over her bare, supple bottom, my broken groan filling the cabin of the jet. I squeeze her tight cheeks in my hand, pushing them up so I can see her dripping wet pussy—and I'm lost. I'm so desperate to fuck her, time seems to lose its structure as I let go of her backside and seek out my zipper, shoving it down and climbing on top of Grace at the same time.

I glanced at it lazily thinking it was just one of my men, informing about the business until the name on the screen registered. Little Bunny. My heart slammed against my ribs. I snatched the phone so fast that both Dante and Nicholas straightened in their chairs, confused. A smirk tugged at my lips. Finally. Four days of silence and now she was texting me. Maybe she missed me. Maybe she couldn’t stop thinking about me either. I opened the message and the moment I saw …. The smirk died instantly. It was a photo. Grace. Half-naked. Her perfect, soft breasts on full display- those pink nipples hard and glistening under what looked like moonlight. The dress was bunched around her waist.

Grace coughed again. “Almost there, hang on…Don’t drown on me now. There’s no use rescuing a damsel if she drowns in the process.” Grace gave a laugh. “I’ll try not to drown.” Her legs wobbled as her feet struck the muddy surface. She fell to the ground face first. “Urg…”

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

"Clean up. Meet me in the sanctuary in forty minutes. And Grace? Wear what I gave you." Grace's stomach dropped. "No. Please, not that...." "Yes." His eyes hardened. "I want to know you're wearing it while I preach. While my wife sits in the front row. While you take notes on my sermon about purity." He smiled darkly. "It'll be our little secret." **** Forty-five minutes later, Grace sat in her usual spot in the sanctuary...second row, stage right, iPad ready to take sermon notes for the church blog. And inside her, the remote-controlled vibrator Marcus had given her three weeks ago sat lodged against her G-spot, awaiting his command.

she whispered, "It's OK." Dominic gaped as his wife reached down and took off her own shirt, revealing her tan, six-pack stomach and a little black sports bra. She took that off as well and her little titties jiggled. Dominic couldn't help but notice that his wife's nipples were erect, like little coral-colored spires poking outward.

He peeked through the crack. There she was. Grace. Sitting on the edge of the bed in that black lace set, phone in hand, reviewing the video she’d just posted. Her cheeks were flushed, nipples still hard against the lace, thighs glistening. She looked freshly fucked and beautiful. Johnny’s hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking slowly as he watched her. The woman who had raised him. The woman he’d jerked off thinking about for years. She was ASlimySlut. Grace sighed, setting the phone down, and stood up to stretch. That’s when Johnny shifted his weight. The floorboard creaked.

I was too needy but if she will say no I will stop right here. She breathed heavily. "M-make me feel good Josh please don't stop." she pleaded. I nodded and went down and kissing her stomach and rubbed her side of the waist swirling my tongue in her belly button. ___ Grace's pov: He was hovering over me his hands reached down my waistline of panties and he gazed at me asking for my permission. I gave him a droopy smile within in a matter he pulled it out and threw it away. Now I was completely naked infront is him. I tried to turn away from him but he held my hand softly.

His little dove was not some fragile woman, but a feisty one. He chuckled to himself. Still amazed by Grace’s words, he walked into the kitchen. Assuming his little dove might be hungry after all the ruckus, he decided to make breakfast for both of them. ***MAVERICK’S POV We ate breakfast in silence. I barely taste my food, my all attention was on my little dove. Her soft brown eyes looked anywhere but at me and I knew I desired that cold treatment after what I had done last night. A sane man would feel regret and guilt, but I was not sane. Grace’s love had made me mad, crazy that I even didn’t know what to expect from myself.