Page 13 of Fractured

Grayson turns around and his sexy smirk loses some of its appeal after the last several minutes. “Ready to be pounded by this fat cock?” he asks, grabbing his crotch. Ugh. No. Just no.

I pop the button on my pants and quickly push them down before he can do any more damage to my libido. Before this situation spirals more, I try to jump in and take control, but at that moment, Grayson dumps another one of his trashy one liners. “Oh, yeah. Strip off and let me taste that golden snatch.”

He shucks his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, exposing his ripped body underneath. Okay, this is helping. I just need to get him to stop talking and to take command of my own pleasure, and this night can be salvaged. His pants drop to the floor and he crawls up the bed, snapping his teeth. Just don’t look at his face, Remi. Focus on his hot-as-fuck body and that gorgeous cock standing at attention.

When he reaches the spot between my legs, he dives right in, no teasing foreplay needed apparently. His tongue extends in a straight line, and he uses it to plunge into my cunt. Stab, stab, stab, over and over he uses his tongue like a dildo. His hands lightly press my thighs open so his head can freely move back and forth.

I find it hard to believe he’s never eaten a girl out, but it’s almost how it feels. “You taste so delicious,” he says without taking his mouth off my cunt. At the same time, some drool escapes and floods my pussy. Well, at least I don’t have to worry about the desert issue anymore.

My hand fists his hair and I pull his head up so he’s plunging against my clit. “Lick it like it’s an ice cream cone. Flick your tongue and suck on my clit too,” I command him. I guide his head around and rotate my hips, helping myself get to the point where I can tip over the edge. “Your fingers, Grayson. Use your fingers too!” Do I need to draw him a map?

The tip of his finger probes my opening and he hooks it, flicking his finger out against my opening like he doesn’t want to get it wet by dipping into my wetness.

Fuck this.

With a frustrated growl, I sit up and pull him up my body. A smug grin lights his face and he opens his mouth to say something. I don’t give him a chance to fuck this up any more. My hand slaps against his mouth, and I say, “No more talking. I’m in charge now.” His eyes widen in surprise for a split second before it disappears, almost making me question what I saw.

Shifting my weight around, I flip him over so he’s underneath me, then I crawl up his body until I’m straddling his face. “Stick your tongue out,” I command with a stern glare. Another expression flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone before I can even name what it is. His hands trail up my thighs, a firmness to his touch echoing his faux alpha persona. He grips my ass and yanks me toward his mouth, his eyes flash a challenge, making me think he doesn’t like me taking control. With a sweeping stroke of his tongue, he licks the length of my slit and swirls his tongue around my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.

The moment of skill is quickly lost when he gives a lackluster suction to the frustrated nub of nerves. “Stop fucking around, Grayson, and suck my clit.” I know for a fact he knows how to suck. My neck will be showing the evidence of it for days to come.

Fed up with his games—because that’s the only explanation for his actions—I grasp a handful of his hair and grind my pussy against his face. Bucking my hips, I ride his mouth with no concern for his comfort. If he can’t figure out how to get a girl off, then I’ll just have to do it myself. Sure, I prefer a dominant man when it comes to sex, but I’m not one to just lie there and accept bad sex. If he can’t get the job done, then fuck him and his pride.

I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of his tongue thrashing up and down my clit. It doesn’t take long for me to find the perfect speed and angle for my hips to rotate. Before I know it, I’m approaching sweet release.

Grayson’s tapping on my ass pulls me from the edge as he steals my attention. If the fucker wanted to breathe, he could have at least spanked me. But no. I glance down at him as I continue sliding my slick cunt all over his face. I’m still close, so close that he can just wait to breathe. If he was a more dominant man, I know he’d have the tables reversed and would be shoving my head down his cock. And you better believe I’d be able to choke it down until he came in my throat.

He growls, sending a delicious vibration into my clit, and I just smirk down at him. His eyes narrow on me when I don’t give him what he wants, which is to let him get a breath. A flash of anger brings new life to his hazel eyes. I watch as he struggles to wipe the expression clean, but the moment his teeth scrape across my clit, I lose all sense of thought. My body convulses and my eyes roll back as I ride out the orgasm, which only increases as he finally seems to understand how to navigate a clit. His lips close around it, creating a suction and rolls his tongue over the nub. It sends jolts of pleasure into my body, stealing my breath and ability to think.

I’m not sure how long the orgasm lasts, but Grayson proves he doesn’t have a death wish since he waits to lift me off his face until I’m done. His biceps bulge as his fingers bite into my thighs, reminding me of the bruises that haven’t had time to heal yet. He yanks me down his body, and the strength he shows proves he could have lifted me up at any point to get a breath, but chose not to. He flashes a smug-as-shit grin. Don’t be so proud of yourself there buddy, I did most of the work.

Honestly, I’m not sure how he’s able to pull off the grin while he’s trying to catch his breath, but he does. His eyes follow me as I lie on his chest with my chin resting on my hands. When his breathing finally returns to normal, I catch his jaw start to move, but I slap my hand against it, not willing to give him the opportunity to contaminate my relaxed post-orgasm haze.

Grayson rolls his eyes in frustration, which I find amusing. Sorry, lover boy. Someone has to be dominant here. Guess I’m the one wearing the pants now. Such a shame to find out he’s all talk and no action. “Condom?” I ask. His eyes flick to the nightstand in response.

I take my hand from his face and wipe the wetness from my pussy onto his chest with a smirk of my own. Within moments, I have the rubber rolled onto his pulsing cock, ready for me to ride myself to another orgasm, or five. Just depends on how long he lasts. Something tells me I’m about to be disappointed again.

“Let me on top, cupcake,” he says, while weakly trying to push me to the side. He just had to open his stupid mouth, didn’t he?

“What did I say about talking?” I snap back. “Hush, or I won’t let you come.”

He laughs at my threat before saying, “Oh, you really think you could stop me?” Yeah, buddy. I do. My fist closes around the base of his cock and I line it up with my opening, effectively shutting him up as he anticipates me sliding down his length.

I’ve been looking forward to this moment for too long. Not with him specifically, but with a nice hard cock that isn’t my dildo. As handy as the cock-shaped tool is, it’s just not the same as the real thing. I sink onto his dick, the wide girth giving me the full, stretching sensation I’ve been craving. He sucks in a shocked breath, not expecting me to have slid down so fast.

My nails sink into his chest as I work through the bittersweet pain of not taking my time to adjust to how big he is. It’s fucking divine. Grayson trails his hands up my stomach, dragging my shirt with him as he goes. When he reaches my bra, he lifts my tits from the cups and runs his thumbs over my nipples. Every so often, his nail accidentally scratches against the nub, giving a sweet spike of pain that distracts me from the almost overwhelming pain of my pussy getting used to his size. Maybe I should have worked myself up to taking his entire length.

I finally work through the pain enough to find only enjoyment, and start sliding along his cock. Grayson moans at the movement and abandons my nipples to squeeze my tits. I knew his nipple play was a fluke… I’m not sure how one can fuck up playing with boobs so horribly, but he grabs them in an almost pincher, claw-like squeeze. I can’t trust him to redirect his touch to my clit, so instead, I drag his hands back down my body and place them on my hips.

He takes the hint and helps me keep my pace up as my hand finds its way to where his cock is stretching me open. I let my fingers explore where we are connected as my stretched lips slide up and down. Grayson and I both watch with rapt attention, the sight adding its own level of pleasure. He picks up the pace of my thrusting, shifting his hips so he’s slamming into me with a snap at the end of each downward stroke.

His cock hits me in all the right places. Who cares if he doesn’t know how to use his assets; I can use them for him just to have this glorious cock to ride. With a tilt of my hips, his head grinds against a new bundle of nerves and it has me seeing stars. I’m close, so fucking close… My fingers find my clit without me even thinking about it, rubbing quickly to hurtle me across the finish line.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train. It picks me up and keeps hurtling down the tracks. Grayson has to take over thrusting as my cunt clenches onto his cock like she’s trying to imprint her shape onto his member, so sex with anyone else will be ruined for him. I faintly hear myself screaming out my pleasure, but my ears feel numb and full of cotton with the power of the orgasm coursing through me.

I collapse on Grayson’s chest as my muscles completely give out on me. He wraps his arms around my back, hands on my shoulders so he can use the leverage to continue thrusting me on his cock. My pussy is still clenching around him, and I can’t tell if I’m having the world’s longest orgasm, or if I’m having continuous explosions rolling into the next before I get a break.

“Get ready for my baby batter, cupcake. I’m going to spray your insides until you’re overflowing. Fuuuuccckk,” Grayson shouts as he finds his own release. His body locks around me, holding me tightly to him as we both work to come down from the power of the possession that just occurred. Because that’s the only way it can be described… I’m good, but not that good. Bad sex has never turned into the best orgasm of my life. Why is such an amazing cock attached to a man who doesn’t know how to use it?

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