Page 53 of The Southern Submission

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grits outas he pauses once our hips finally meet. He dips his head to my chest, his tongue drawing my nipple into his mouth and sucking as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, loving the feel of him everywhere around me. He fills me so perfectly. His big body covers me entirely.

“Show me what it’s like to be your fucktoy. Make me your cumslut,” I rasp into his ear, wanting to know what all his talk has been about.

The smile he wears when he raises his face from my breast is pleased, and it sends my heart pounding against my ribs hard enough he has to feel it.

“I knew you were a brat, but I should have expected you to try to top from the bottom also.” He laughs. “So my little cumslut needs to be used hard until she knows what a fucktoy feels like. Hold on, Princess, I'm going to fucking wreck you and you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

“All talk until you prove it,” I say, rolling my hips under him and making him groan. I’m growing more confident the longer he stays still, wanting to see how far I can push him to fulfill every dirty taunt he’s made since we met.

“Nothing about me is all talk, Princess.”

I gasp as he smoothly sweeps his arms under my knees and pins them up by my shoulders, spreading me wide and folding me in half as he pulls out and slams back into me. He does someMagic-Mike-type shit with his hips, thrusting into my pussy with a force that leaves me breathless and hits exactly right but also rubs over my clit with a precision focus that has me seeing stars by thrust three. I’m chanting his name now, and on the next wave-like thrust of his cock, the breath leaves my body. I’m having a religious experience, proving that the god above me pounding his perfect cock into my pussy is deserving of a freaking cult following.

“Oh, God, Payton, fuck, I’m…” The orgasm that detonates is quick to break and unexpectedly strong, sending my head back and my hands clawing at the bed as I moan his name, but he doesn’t stop. He rides me hard through the waves, leaving me gasping and shaking, unable to move from the folded-up position he put me in.

“Take it, you filthy fucking slut. Look at you coming apart around my cock, squeezing me like you want my cum. You like being used like this, don’t you?” He pushes my legs together against one shoulder, making me infinitely tighter around him as he fucks me relentlessly.

I moan and clench around him harder as I grip the pillows where my hands are fisted next to my face as his words set off another flutter of pulses. Fuck, he’s going to do me in with his words and the way he moves in me. I can’t get away from the assault of pleasure with how he’s turned me into a pretzel. I don’t want it any other way. This is the best sex I’ve ever had, and it’s the first time Payton has fucked me.

Once my pussy semi-recovers from the earth-shattering second orgasm of the night, he pulls out and I think I’ll get a breather. Instead, he rolls me over, yanks my hips up, and widens my knees by shoving his thigh between mine, pushes back inside my pussy, and shows me how amazing he feels from behind.

“Oh my God.” I gasp into the bed, the side of my face pressed down flat as he fucks me, and I feel him deeper as he bends over me. He wraps a hand around my neck to hold me in place while the other finds my clit, circling as he continues to thrust into me.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, Princess. Your whole body was made for me. Look how well you fit tucked into me like this as I fuck you like a whore. My perfect little fuckdoll,taking my cock so well as I stretch this tight cunt that I’m going to fill. You’re going to take it and you’re going to love it, aren’t you, my beautiful cumslut?”

“Yes,” I whine, completely lost to the sensations. Another orgasm builds at his filthy words and at the way his cocks hits me on each thrust as his fingers circle my clit. He knows just how to touch me, where to angle his hips, and what to say to have my body respond. The pressure is building low in my belly and I’m gripping the bed in anticipation, my body tensing. “It’s so good. Keep doing that.” I gasp, feeling unintelligible. He’s fucking me stupid.

“Stop resisting.”

“I’m not.” I push up onto my elbows to argue, but he squeezes my neck where his hand rests and forces me back down.

“Let go and come for me, Princess. I want you strangling my cock with this tight pussy. Squeeze the cum out of me, baby. Take every. Last. Fucking. Drop,” he growls, his hips slamming against my ass in a punishing rhythm before he slaps my ass, hard.

My mouth pops open in surprise for a moment, but his grip subdues me and I feel more of him while thinking less. Once I release the tension, the orgasm hits me, my knees giving out as the waves roll through me and I moan my pleasure into the mattress.

“Fuck, Ainsley,” Payton growls as I pulse around him, my pussy holding him tight. His thrusts become more erratic until his hips press hard against my ass and I feel him swell and release with a feral groan as he falls apart right along with me, whispering incoherent praise and curses.

It takes me a moment to gather my wits and realize the gravity of our situation. What the hell was that? That wasn’tsex. That was something a million times better that only he could deliver.

He lets go of my neck and smooths my hair away from my face as he pulls me up onto my knees to lean back against him, his cock still pulsing inside me. I’m limp, barely able to raise my arms to wrap around his neck as he holds me to his chest. His heart beats wildly against my back, matching the frantic hammering of my own as I try to steady my erratic breathing. He runs his hands across my breasts, tracing long fingers down my stomach to where we’re joined as he lifts me off his cock with one thick arm wrapped around my waist. He places his chin on my shoulder and watches the path his hand takes. He cups his fingers in my pussy and I look down to see him rub his cum along my inner thighs like paint.

“My own personal cum canvas. You wear it so well, Princess. I won’t be able to get enough of you. Fuck, I love that you’re full of it right now.” He presses his fingers back against my pussy, pushing his cum inside of me and sweeping his thumb across my sensitive clit. “You’re fucking mine now.”

I shiver against him and he holds me tighter, his hand splayed against my stomach. His mouth finds my neck, biting the skin and sucking, marking me possessively. I whimper and let my head fall back on his shoulder, surrendering to the feel of his mouth on my body, needing more of this from him. I want to wear him with me everywhere, have his marks on me, to be his. I’ve let down my walls and given in completely. I’m fucked.

There’s a reason I don’t date and won’t do casual sex. I can’t. I getattached. I’m a fucking clingy koala. The way I’m feeling right now, in Payton’s arms, lets me know I didn’t grow out of that particular habit with a few years of celibacy and staying out of the dating scene, or by gaining my prickly attitude andwrapping myself in anger after leaving my last bad relationship. I’m not sure if I can handle the kind of obsessive, all-consuming desire I’m feeling after fucking him just once. I want him in every way. I want to belong to him, to have all of his attention. To be his sole desire. It’s a sickness I thought I could cure myself of with time and an attitude change. Instead, it seems I’ve found someone even more addictive and overwhelming. The inner slutty demonic koala has won.

I’m in way over my head with Payton, and I may have just sealed my fate by giving him my body and letting him fuck me bare. I have no control over my growing obsession, and if he’s feeling even a portion of that, too, there’s no hope for me. He’s looking at me like he won’t be letting me go when our fake dating arrangement is over. I can’t decipher whatever’s in his deep blue gaze and what that means for my independence. It reminds me far too much of the look Archer got when he realized I’d be a challenge and he wanted me. I quiver, and it’s only partially from post-orgasm aftershocks.

I know through the way he holds me, the way he wants to mark and possess me, that he felt the same thing I did. We may have just fucked for the first time, but there was something very different about the way we connected, the way our bodies responded to one another. The waywerespond to one another. I don’t know what he thinks, but it doesn’t matter if this is real or fake to me. My brain has flipped the switch and decided I’m done for either way.

I’m terrified of the power Payton Olsen holds over me. I’m far too willing to do anything he asks of me and would give him anything he wants, including every piece of my soul. I just need to keep him from realizing he has this ability when he’s been too good at picking up on my every tell so far.

Twenty-eight

The Atlanta Haute List

Billionaire and Blonde Escape Atlanta For Weekend Rendezvous

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