Page 113 of The Eighth Isle

He leaned down and licked me again, just a couple of times because he claimed my pussy looked too good not to taste in this position, and he began to tease me with his cock. I hated that I couldn’t see it, too, because he looked so entranced as he watched how the tip of him slid between my squeezed in folds, then inside me only halfway, then up to my clit again.

Trying to move was impossible—he didn’t let me even push my hips up a little bit, so hypnotized by where we connected he didn’t look up at my face once.

“Grey, please,” I whimpered because it wasn’t fair that he thrust himself inside me like that only halfway, then moved back out again. I needed him like I needed to breathe. God, I was shaking.

“Keep begging, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he said, giving me only his tip again in short, fast thrusts. “You look incredible, and you sound even better.” Closing his eyes for a second, he threw his head back and sighed as if his lungs had been full of air.

So, I begged and pleaded, trying to push my hips up as hard as I could to take him in deeper, but he didn’t let me until he was ready.

Then he finally looked into my eyes, brought both hands on the backs of my thighs to keep me steady and said, “I’m going to fuck you until those whimpers turn into screams.”

He did.

He thrust himself inside me all the way with one motion, leaning in until he couldn’t get any deeper. He kept holding my legs down and forcing his cock in, folding me in fucking half until my eyes rolled in my skull.

His head was between my ankles and he moved up and down while still inside me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispered, his half closed, and then he continued to fuck me until I was screaming like a mad woman.

He pounded into me, not letting me move at all, and maybe that’s why the pleasure was twice as intense. I was completely helpless and at his mercy, and my body loved what he was doing, every little movement, every new depth he reached.

He kept going for a long time.

Eventually, he pushed himself back again and slowed his pace, rising on his knees, circling my clit with his thumb.

“Hold your legs for me, baby. I want to see how I fill you,” he said, bringing my arms around my legs so I could hold myself in position for him, and I gladly did.

Hugging my knees to my chest tightly, I kept my eyes on him as he moved faster and faster, completely delirious with pleasure, until he came.

Whispering my name, he slammed his hips against me and came hard, throwing his head back, but only for a second. Then he pulled his cock out of me and spread his cum all over my folds, teasing me, rubbing against me, and the look in his eyes was priceless. I came, too, just imagining what he was seeing, just feeling him sliding against my pussy with such ease.

By the time he fell on the bed next to me and wrapped me in his arms, my legs were completely numb and my eyes closed, a big goofy smile on my lips.

“How do you feel better each time?” Grey whispered, lips pressed to the top of my head.

“Mhmm…” was the best I could give him. I was slowly drifting to sleep, but I wasn’t panicked because I knew he wouldn’t let me. No way were we done—no way.

“I can’t get enough of you, woman. What have you done to me?” he said through gritted teeth, and my smile just got bigger, and my toes curled all the way as he slowly began to touch me. One arm remained wrapped around me, holding me to his chest, and he moved the other lower, and played gently with my breasts until my nipples were hard again.

Until my body, all on its own, turned slightly to the side to give him better access.

“I want to steal you away from this world. I want to hide you from everyone forever. I want us to have our own little island that’s invisible to them—how does that sound?” he continued, lost in thought as he continued to touch my stomach and my hips.

“Fuck, Grey,” I breathed because that did sound amazing, better than a dream, and hefeltamazing, too. That hand touching me so gently felt incredible, and my thighs were already spreading apart when his fingertips reached between them.

“Grey will fuck you all night, my queen. All day, too,” he teased, slipping his fingers down my folds slowly until I moaned. He caught the sound with his mouth and continued to touch my pussy, slipping his fingers inside me and I could have sworn I felt his cum dripping out. He moved his fingers around, spreading it all over until my pussy was completely coated with it.

“There,” he said. “Exactly as it should be.” And he closed his hand over it. “Mine.”

I loved his possessiveness so much it was ridiculous. I planted kisses on his neck while he still played with me, turning me on again slowly this time, so perfectly slowly.

“Have you ever tried anal before?”

I almost blushed. “No.”

“Good,” he said without missing a beat. “Your ass is mine, baby.” And he slapped it so hard it stung. “I can’t wait to claim all of you.”

Now I was red in the face. “Isn’t it painful?” I muttered because the idea did excite me, even though I never even thought about it before. Annabelle had told me once that it was really,reallypainful, and I never even considered trying it—not that Brandon had ever been interested in trying anything other than him lying down and me being on top because he was tired from work.

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