Page 68 of The Afterthought

Avalynn

It's later in the evening when Grey practically runs through my front door. He catches me off guard and waltzes right up to where I'm sitting on the couch, bends down, and throws me over his shoulder like a savage.

"Greyson, what the hell?!" I yell.

He marches us straight to my bedroom, ripping the door open. Chloe and Matt pop their heads out of her bedroom but quickly shut the door. Moments later, I hear music from her room. Fucking hell. My sister knows my boyfriend is about to dick me down.

"Grey!" I yell again as he tosses me onto the bed. He smells like gasoline and smoke. He immediately looks down at me with darkened eyes. The corner of his mouth tips up in a menacing grin. "It's all over. I burned it down."

"What are you talking about?" I squirm to slip off of the bed and stand next to it.

He ignores me, goes straight to my desk, pulls open the drawer, and looks at the new toys we recently invested in. He grabs a few items and then turns back to look at me. A sinister look crosses his face. He's about to fuck me like a god, and my pussy is screaming in anticipation.

He takes a step toward me, closing the distance. His hand lightly pushes on my shoulder, and I sink to my knees in front of him like an obedient little slut.

"Such a greedy whore for my cock, aren't you, little shadow?"

I nod, and he steps forward to tie a blindfold over my eyes. He reaches down to guide me back to a standing position and then strips me bare. He leads me over to the bed and lays me down on my back before securing my arms above my head. My legs end up tied to each end of the bed. I'm spread wide for him, vulnerable and completely at his whim.

"Grey," I whine.

Soft lips meet mine in a sensual kiss. I try to arch my chest up to him, begging for more, but he ignores it. He just keeps kissing me. He peppers them up and down my neck and then back to my lips. Not being able to see where the next kiss will land intensifies the anticipation tenfold.

A hand lands on my stomach, and he slowly moves it higher until he cups one of my breasts. His fingers find my nipple, and he tugs slightly on it as he kisses my neck. A moan falls from my lips as I let the sensation consume me.

Loud music still fills the house, drowning out the noises that I can't help but let fall from my lips as he continues to tease me. Over and over, he slides his hand from my breast to the crease right where my thigh meets my center. So fucking close. I just want him to touch me.

"Please," I try.

"Baby, you beg so nicely." He leans in to say in my ear before continuing with his torture.

He steps away for a moment, and I hear the faint sound of his belt buckle clanking on the desk. It's hard to hear the small sounds he's making because of the music, but I'm fairly certain he's stripping. Finally, a finger grazes over my center, and I buck my hips up, needing more. Pleasure courses through me at even the slightest touch.

"My greedy girl." He runs his fingers through me again. "Look at you, soaking wet, and I've barely touched you. What a dirty, desperate slut."

Two fingers slide into me with ease and curl up to hit the perfect spot. "Oh my God!" I cry out.

"God's not here, little shadow, but I promise, what I plan to do to you will be just as heavenly."

He pulls his fingers from me and shoves them in my mouth. Without instruction, I close my lips and swirl my tongue around them to lick them clean. I can't see him through the blindfold, but I know he approves. He pulls his fingers out and steps away again, and disappointment hits momentarily before I feel my legs being untied.

He settles between them and leans over the top of my body to whisper in my ear; the feeling of his bare chest on mine sends electricity to my core. "The blindfold stays on until I say so, or I tie you back up, understand?"

"Yes," I tell him, and I feel him unbind my hands. I instantly grab his neck to pull him in for an all-consuming kiss. Our tongues dance with one another for control as he groans in my mouth. He pulls the blindfold off of my eyes and looks down at me adoringly.

"You don't even understand what you do to me. Just one tiny taste of you is so fucking addicting." He leans in to bite and suck up the length of my neck again. There will be marks there tomorrow, but I don't care. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Greyson."

"My perfect, greedy girl." He pushes my legs back towards my head and slams into me. It's hard and rough, but it's exactly what I need.

His thrusts are ruthless, and at this angle, he is able to get so much deeper. It doesn't take long before I'm teetering on the edge. He lets go of my legs, letting them fall to either side of him, and grips my hips tightly to keep up his brutal pace. My arms reach around to pull his chest down to mine and run my nails down the length of his back.

"Fuckkkk," he groans.

This is more primal than we have ever experienced together. We have a pure animalistic need for one another, so I do what my instincts tell me and take control. I attempt to roll the two of us over and am pleasantly surprised when he aids me in the process.

"Ride me, baby. Show me what that cunt can do to my cock."

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