His eyes slam shut for a second, like he’s actually relieved.
Holy—
Was he really worried about that?
Emboldened, I lap at his tip, kissing it between quick, desperate breaths. “Only you, Grayson,” I pant. “Only you, I swear.”
Heshudders.
For a moment, I feel like I have him. The walls he built finally falling.
But it’s gone the next heartbeat.
He yanks my hair, dragging me across the floor, the burn making me whimper.
He bends me over a heavy bench, forcing me on all fours — my ass high, exposed.
Then—
Crack!
His palm lands hard across my ass, the sting radiating sharp and hot.
“You fucked up my life,you pig,” he snarls, his voice rough. “So goddamn addictive... yet so fucking annoying. What did you do to me?”
Both hands grab my ass cheeks hard, spreading me, making me wince and squirm. He lowers himself as I tilt my hips up.
He starts low, his tongue tracing over my clit, the slick latex still separating us, but I feel the heat of him, the maddening tease of it, making me ache so deep I can’t stay still.
I arch my back more, grinding slow and helplessly.
He circles the pulsing nub, the latex creaking faintly under his tongue, then travels higher, following the slick surface right up the center of my ass.
His tongue flicks against my twisted back hole, touching the sensitive area, yet denied achingly by the sensual material. Such a wicked way to tease.
My thighs tremble violently, and a small helpless whimper escapes my lips.
“Grayson,” I breathe.
“Such needy little holes,” he taunts.
Smack!
He spanks me hard, the latex squeaking as I shift to bear the pain. “And I’m gonna fill every one.”
Slap!
Harder this time, enough to jolt my whole body.
He mounts over me to get close to my face. His teeth scrape my ear, and his breath, shallow and savage, sears against my skin.
“You make me so fucking furious.” His voice is a deep rumble. “Almost raped. Almost got passed around like you belonged to them.”
He fists my hair at the roots as he stands straight once more, jerking my head back, bending my neck until I’m open. Helpless. His hips grind against my ass, the hard ridge of him cruelly close, but not giving me what I need.
I rock my hips, begging without words.
He exhales as he fights himself, simulating a deep thrust, his hips tense against me.
