Page 85 of Snow Bound

He slapped her other cheek, still steadily moving forward. “Who’s fuck doll?”

“Yours,” she managed. “Your fuck doll. Grant’s slutty little fuck doll—uh!”

She jolted forward as he slid forward the last few inches, seating himself fully. Her asshole continued to spasm as the muscles struggled to adjust, the little flutters sending spasms of fresh pleasure spiking through her aching, empty pussy.

“My cock is in your ass, slutty Anna.” His hands gripped her hips tight, adding to the day’s collection of bruises. “What do you think about that?”

“I think...if you don’t shut up and fuck me with it...I’ll have to kill you.”

He laughed, joy and triumph and lust. “A brat to the end, huh? All right then, fuck doll. Take it.”

He pulled out slowly, the drag of his cock making her shudder, then pushed back in. Then again, just a little faster.

He paused to add more lube, then began again. Her breasts bounced, her ass shook, her thighs quivered with the impact. His balls swung forward, hitting her wet cunt with a loud, lewd, slap that added to the heat and the tension and the sheer nastiness of the moment.

The orgasm was building, roiling and climbing with every thrust. Her head dropped between her outstretched arms and she closed her eyes, focusing on the burn in her ass and the aching emptiness of her pussy and the incredible heat that threatened to burn her alive if he’d just fuck her a little faster, a little hard?—

He yanked her head back, and she let out a gasping howl.

“You watch,” Grant growled behind her, twisting his fist in her hair so her scalp screamed. “You don’t look away or you don’t get to come. Say, ‘yes, sir’.”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

“Say, ‘I love your cock in my ass,’”.

“I love your cock in my ass,” she parroted dutifully, her heartfelt groan lending credence to the words.

His voice dropped to a low growl. “Say, ‘I’m your slutty little fuck doll, Grant’.”

“I’m your slutty little fuck doll, Grant.” She arched into him, struggled to keep her blurry eyes on the monitor. “God, I’m almost there.”

“Tell him.” Grant jerked her head, pounding into her. “Tell him.”

She forced her eyes to focus on the monitor in front, on Michael sitting at his desk. His fingers were wrapped around his glass, his jaw set, his eyes burning.

“I’m almost there, Michael,” she gasped, forgetting his alias in the flood of heat and pleasure. “I’m going to come.”

“Tell me where his cock is, Anna.” Michael’s voice was harsh, almost guttural. “Tell me where he’s fucking you.”

“My ass,” she gasped, shaking under the force of Grant’s thrusts. “He’s fucking my ass so hard. So good.”

“You going to come?” Michael’s cheekbones were bright spots of color, his eyes a fiery blaze. “You going to come all over that cock like a good bitch, a good little fuck doll?”

“Yes.” Her cry rent the air, the words pumping heat through her as fiercely as his cock. “Yes!”

“Tell me what you are, Anna.” Michael leaned forward, his fingers tightening on the glass. “Tell Grant what you are.”

“I’m a dirty little slut—oh fuck!” she wailed as the orgasm went off like a bomb.

The pleasure was blinding. Hard spasms gripped her ass, her empty cunt, made her legs shake and her knees buckle. It rolled through like a tsunami, devastating everything in its path, wiping her mind clear of everything except for the man who kept her from collapsing to the ground in a sweaty, wrung out mess.

She felt him shudder behind her, felt the spear of his cock twitch and throb inside her when he came.

She went limp, would’ve fallen if his arms hadn’t come around her, strong and sure.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

Grant slipped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Anna was sleeping—though passed out might be a better word—and as much as he wanted to lie down and curl up beside her, he needed to check in with Michael.

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