All Chapters of Naughty Genie: Pleasing My Master (Book complete): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Grace's eyes flashed open after one particularly deep kiss, "Stephen, I need you to take me. Now." She pressed her hips firmly against his own for emphasis. Stephen led out a groan before pressing his mouth back to hers. While their tongues dueled together, their hands worked as one team, pressing Stephen's shorts and her spandex to the floor. Within an instant, his rod sprung forward, getting stuck in the cleft of skin that contained her clit, earning another moan from Grace. She reached forward, giving several smooth, yet hard strokes of his cock as her eyes burned forth with arousal. She guided one leg up, into Stephen's waiting hand and opening her wet crevice for penetration. Stephen wasted no time at all, lining up the tip with her warmth and sliding in fully with one stroke. "Oh, fuck!" Grace moaned, feeling his entire length stretch her open suddenly, guided along by her copious amounts of wetness. When the tip o

"Well, now you have to stay," chirped Theresa. "Stephen, your grandparents will be here around 4 pm. I expect the twins to be home any minute now. It will be nice to sit together and eat as a family!" "Yeah definitely," remarked Stephen, now beginning to feel more nerves at the thought of his whole family meeting Grace at once. He looked over at her to see how she was handling the news. If she was nervous, she wasn't showing it. "We should probably change out of our gym clothes," giggled Grace. "Especially if we are having dinner." "There's plenty of time in case you two need to take showers as well, coming from the gym and all," said Theresa. "Oh, that's okay, mom," said Stephen, shaking his head. "We took a shower before we left." "A shower, Stephen? As in, singular?" Theresa arched her eyebrow, giving him a smirk. "Uh, er, showers, mom," recovered Stephen,

"That must be my parents," said Theresa, rushing out of the kitchen to the door, and leaving the young couple to themselves for a moment. "Am I doing okay?" Grace whispered to Stephen. "You're doing amazing. I couldn't be more proud of you," he replied, giving her a gentle kiss. Grace beamed with a smile long enough to last until the whole family came back into the kitchen. "My goodness, who let the supermodel in here?" Grandpa exclaimed playfully, getting his first look at Grace. His words were enough to make her blush a deep shade of red. "Hey Grandpa, Grandma," said Stephen, rushing up to hug them. "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Grace." "It's so nice to meet you both," smiled Grace, while adding a little wave. "So this is your girl now, huh, Stephen?" Grandpa asked, giving a sly smile over to his grandson as he hobbled across the k

It wasn't very long after the ending of the movie that Grandpa Ted let out an exaggerated yawn while stretching his limbs. "Welp, it's about time to hit the old hay. What do you think, love?" Grandma nodded, "We should probably be getting home soon." "Thanks for coming Mom and Dad," said Theresa, as she reached out to hug them individually. "Thanks for the tasty food," chuckled Grandpa. "Come here, squirts," he said, gesturing to the twins. "Bye Grandpa, see you soon," they replied almost in unison. "It was lovely to meet you, Grace. Stephen, please take good care of this one," said Grandma, reaching out to give the young woman a hug. "I will, Grandma," chuckled Stephen. "So great to meet you both as well," smiled Grace. "And Grace, take care of him, will you? A man needs a good woman to keep him

Stephen chose not to challenge the response, perhaps knowing it could lead to no good. Yet still, his mind dwelled on it. It wasn't the first time it had come up either, wondering just how much of his father he had in him. Whether he would eventually turn out the same way. The thought alone was enough to scare him, knowing the damage he had done to his family. What if he was no different? What if he would do the same to his own family one day? He tried to push the thoughts from his head, and focus on something else. Grace's slowing breathing caught his attention, as the little brunette slipped into a near sleeping state. He thought about what she said, about his mother's loneliness, and how much it affected her. If there was one other person in the world he wanted to help, it would be his mother. She had sacrificed so much in his life to make him the man he was today. Theresa Willow deserved happiness, and an idea began to form in his head.