All Chapters of Naughty Genie: Pleasing My Master (Book complete): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Grace must have sensed it as well, because her tempo of sucking increased. She never broke eye contact, but she was moving down his shaft at a much quicker pace, as sounds of slurping filled his bedroom. "Mmm, are you going to cum for your naughty genie, Master?" She asked, before tapping his cock against her tongue several times. "You already filled my pussy so nicely today, but I need more. Yes, I need so much more of your cum. I need it down my throat, so badly! Give me all that cum, Master. Please, fill my dirty mouth with your cum!" Grace slipped her mouth back on his member, and then fully deepthroated it again. Stephen couldn't help but groan loudly. She was so erotic, so fucking thrilling, and she turned him on to no end. He was actively meeting her movements with his hips, and that familiar tightening of his balls hinted at his imminent climax. "Here it comes, I can feel it," Grace said, taking a moment between

Grace did the only thing in that moment that she could think of. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her breasts, all but smothering him in the soft, rolling flesh. Stephen started to laugh at this display of shock tactics, which triggered a fit of giggles from Grace herself, releasing his head. "Okay, I definitely see them now!" He finished, coming down from his laughter high. Grace's lower lip dropped slightly, "You see them, but you must not like them!" He looked at her incredulously, "How could you think I don't like them? They're perfect, just like the rest of you!" "Well, if you liked them as much as you profess to, how come you aren't touching them then?" She arched an eyebrow, daring him to fondle her exposed orbs. "You mean, like this?" He asked, as a tentative hand reached up and gently pinched her nipple. Grace squealed in del

"This is the second time she has seen us in bed together," smiled Grace, coyly. "Second time? When was the first?" "Last night, when she got home. She poked her head through the door, like she usually does, to make sure you were sleeping. While she registered that I was also in bed, she thought nothing of it." "So she did still see you, though?" "And forgot about it just as soon as she did. Nothing to worry about, I promise you, babe. I will actively stop that once you decide it's time for me to meet her." Grace's eyes slowly lowered, exposing her vulnerable side, "That is, if you still want me to." He scooped her up in a long, passionate kiss, "I absolutely do. Maybe not today, but maybe tomorrow? It's going to be quite the shock for her either way." Grace beamed with a smile, "I don't see how! Look at you, Stephen. You are so handsome, a perfect catch in ev

"My grandfather collects them. These pocket watches are what everyone used to wear before wristwatches were debuted about eighty years ago. Several of these were owned by our family members, but most have been picked up by my grandfather over time. His collection is much bigger than mine, and he has at least six of these boxes. Each box has about twenty watches inside." He lifted the first panel of ten, revealing another row of ten watches. "When I was a teenager, I used to sit with him and watch him work on the broken watches, and try to fix them. That was always a hard task, as the pieces are practically microscopic inside and it requires both knowing what you are doing, and having a delicate touch." Stephen took the 1905 Elgin, and produced the key, which slid into the back panel and opened up the inner workings of the watch. He handed it gently to Grace so that she could look inside. "Those are some really tiny piece

"You know, she appreciates and loves you beyond words, right?" Grace sat up in his lap, looking him directly in the eyes. "You're everything to her, and she just wants you to be happy." "I'm getting there," he smiled gently. "You're helping a lot with that. I just hope she has a chance to be happy, too." "There's my Stephen," beamed Grace. "Always thinking of everyone else before himself." "You can tell that trait kind of flows from my mother's side of the family," Stephen chuckled. "Which inadvertently brings us back to my grandpa! So whenever my dad took off, grandpa really stepped up in a big way. I started to spend more time over there, and he was always the one to be teaching me about things. He was the one who taught me how to shave, and came to my baseball games. Basically became the father that I lost." "It sounds like he had a big hand in molding the type of man you are today," she whispered