hand hadn’t left my inner thigh, stroking. Gentle. Tormenting.
“Not enough,” I breathed. “It’s not even close to enough. I feel so empty.”
His nostrils flared, eyes locked on my lips. He was so close now, I could almost taste him. He slid his hand up from my inner thigh, curving around my ass, leaving a trail of want and goose bumps.
I was getting mixed up in the sensations. It was torture—punishment, that was what this was. Need. Empty. Aching. Ghosting his touch along my ass, but never going to the spot I needed, having me use a small sucker when I wanted his cock.
His thumb circled my ass and I arched into it.
Yes. There. That.
“Please,” I begged.
“Harder,” he rasped.
I did as he demanded, fucking myself.
In that instant, he jammed his pinky inside my ass. A gasp spiraled out of me. I locked on his eyes—eyes that were locked on me, watching me like he was entering me.
His lips brushed mine. “Does it feel like you have two cocks inside you?”
A twist of heat curled inside my chest, a fishhook attached to my heart and scraping down to my gut and I paused—ashamed.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
Grayson pushed harder into me, his hand above me white at the joints and steaming the glass.
“How about now?” He slid another finger inside me, into my cunt this time, working me along the sucker. “Don’t lie,” he gritted.
“A little,” I admitted on a breath.
A mean grin slid across his lips. “Does it feel like him?”
I froze. “W-what?”
“Did I tell you to stop?” he snarled, and I kept fucking myself as he fucked my ass and cunt harder, working against the pressure of the sucker.
He was creating a fantasy. A dark, twisted fantasy.
“Do you want that, little wife?” Grayson slid a second finger inside my cunt and I nearly purred at him calling me by the endearment. “Do you want two cocks inside you?”
The image assaulted me as he made a V inside me with his two fingers, stretching wide as if to create the sensation of another man.
I had to grip his neck to keep from falling.
I’d never felt so stretched, so full.
“I can feel you getting wetter, Snitch,” he growled, mad. “Too fucking bad. You’ll never get to feel another man stretch you again.”
Good.
I didn’t want that.
This was what I wanted—Grayson. Using me up until I was nothing.
“Never feel anything but me inside you.” Grayson tugged on my ear with his teeth. “I should make you beg at my feet.”
His voice was sandpaper, rough and almost unrecognizable, slipping inside of me and scraping me raw. I was delirious with need, the room spinning. I was buzzed and drunk on him.
“I should make you both beg at my feet.”
I couldn’t say anything, could only make groaning sounds that got stuck in my throat and came out warbled and helpless.
“Are you ashamed? Are you?” He demanded it, words tripping over themselves, like he was fucking hungry for my answer.
“Yes,” I gasped.
It was potent as aged wine, thick in my blood, heady and wrong, and it made everything about this encounter raw and violent and bright. It made me arch harder into his touch.
“Give me your shame. It’s mine. I own it. It belongs to me.”
I groaned as he licked a hot trail up my neck. His lips finally on me. The heat starting to burn.
He was a beast. A monster. A wicked thing.
I was ready to disappear into this vicious fantasy, groaning into his mouth as I felt his fury like a living thing. It boiled me up with him.
“Dance,” he demanded, until the word vibrated inside of me. “Fucking bleed.”
He filled my pussy with a third finger as I fucked myself. His other hand fell from the window to my hip, forcing me against his hard cock, rocking me against him.
I was so close to coming, I could see the wicked edge of the cliff.
“Do you want my cock yet, little wife?”
“Always. Please. Please.” I whined and whimpered against his lips.
“Then tell me your fucking words,” he demanded. “All of them.”
He repeated the words I’d heard over and over again for months. I wanted to give him what he needed, but—
“I have,” I gasped.
And in an instant, he went cold.
He ripped the sucker from my cunt. I expected him to shove it into his mouth, but he pushed it into mine.
Cherry.
It was cherry.
“Taste how badly you need my cock.”
He gagged me with it until tears fell, but through them I saw his blazing blue eyes. He tore