“Fuck, Charlotte,” he mutters low and broken.
Fastly, he stands. Cold steel kisses my bare bottom.
I look back, heart hammering.
A knife gleams in his hand, and then he slips the blade under the latex, slicing at the small section that covers my pussy.
The cut material snaps, rolling up to my waist, baring my ass to the cold air.
A shiver shoots through me.
He grabs a bottle, snaps it open, and thick lube pours over my cheeks, dripping down and over my most sensitive areas.
His hands are warm, powerful, smearing it everywhere.
Then, a ripping sound.
Plastic tearing.
I peek again, finding him holding a black, twisted toy. Thick and ridged like a rubberized drill.
“Um, what’s that?” I ask, my voice embarrassingly meek.
He doesn’t answer. He just drags it slow over my clit, teasing, before tracingthere.
“Whoa—! Grayson! I mean, uh...”
Be calm. Be sexy.
“You know you want it,” he murmurs darkly. “Little cock-hungry Piggy. Always desperate to please me. Always ready.”
Pressure mounts against my tight back hole.
I clench instinctively, but he pushes harder.
My body betrays me, opening, swallowing the first thick ridge.
My clit throbs wildly, my whole body flashing hot.
“Show me what you got,” he says, voice thick with hunger. “Be a good little slut. Take it. Take it like your body’s dying for my cock.”
His words ruin me. I whimper and rock back, determined.
He presses deeper and wider, stretching me slow, relentless, until the toy locks into place.
My mind blanks. Every nerve is alive, aching and weak.
He leaves it buried, letting the pressure sear through me, making my hips roll without permission.
My eyes snap shut and I press my cheek hard to the bench to bear my desire. I want him so badly that nothing else matters. I roll my hips in the air, begging him.
“Grayson!” I cry, nearly sobbing. “Please! Ineedto feel you inside of me!”
A thick, rubbery shape presses against my lips. My eyes shoot open. It’s a big purple dildo, floppy and obscene.
He smirks.
“Almostevery hole.”
