Page 36 of Our Shattered Pieces
Grayson hadn’t been lying when he said we were on the same page sexually. Everything he said and did, he did it with a fluidness that came naturally. Calling me a slut had rolled off his tongue with ease. Taking over, with me on my knees, had been automatic. And when he had yanked me to my feet, and had smeared his cum all over my skin, he hadn’t been disgusted.
In fact, he had kissed me.
He was still kissing me.
I went to push his jeans all the way off, and helping me along, Grayson started kicking off his shoes. Breaking off the kiss, he ordered, “Take it all fucking off, Molly.” I quickly complied and began removing my clothes as Grayson finished undressing himself.
Soon, we were both completely naked, and Grayson looked just as mouth-watering as he had the night of the wedding. All tanned muscles with enough dick to make a girl stupid with it.
His lips back on mine, he walked us back towards the couch, and as soon as my legs hit the back of the couch, Grayson ripped his lips from mine, and turned me around, flinging me up against the furniture.
With his hand pushing at my back, forcing me to bend over, he whispered in my ear, “Dirty slags don’t get a bed, Molly.” My entire body clenched. “They don’t get romance and luxurious comfort.” His hand slid up my thigh, and his fingers were back to playing with my dripping wetness. “They get fucked wherever they stand like the filthy sluts they are.”
I moaned.
I moaned because there was so much wrong with me, no therapists have even been able to help me.
No one should like this. Especially, after what happened with Ethan all those years ago. How could I have felt so betrayed and shattered over how Ethan had whored me out when Grayson treating me like a whore was making me wetter than I’ve ever been?
What in the hell was wrong with me?
The oncoming waves of guilt quickly vanished when Grayson’s large hands grabbed hold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide, giving him a bird’s eye view of everything I had to offer. And when I felt him drop to his knees, right before his tongue snaked out to lap up my juices, my mind was cleared of all manageable thoughts.
Words I never thought I’d ever utter flew out of my mouth, and I almost locked up with the fear of showing my true colors. “You like that eager pussy?”
His tongue ran upward until he was rimming my ass, and if it hadn’t been for the support of the couch, I would have collapsed with the pleasure.
Between tongue strokes, Grayson hot breath warmed my secrets. “I love it,” he rasped out. “But I’ve already had it.”
I knew there was a very strong possibility of this happening, and so, to feed my sickness, I had already prepared myself with some lube I kept in my nightstand drawer. Grayson was huge. Even with as wet as I was, there was no way he could make it into my ass without some help. I wanted tonight to last until the sun came up, and that couldn’t happen if he torn me open. I wanted it to hurt, and I wanted to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t want to be damaged.
I honestly couldn’t say how much longer he ate me out, but when I came, it was enough to make me scream out his name. “Grayson!”
My body trembling, I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back. “Tell me,” he panted.
I had no idea what he was talking about. “Wh…what?”
His voice was dark and sensual as he said, “I had my tongue in your ass, baby, and I could taste how slick it was.”
Oh, God, he knew what I’d done.
“Grayson, I-”
“Tell me,” he hissed as he started sliding his dick between my ass cheeks. “Beg for it like a good, little cumslut.”
“Oh, God…” It was like sexual overload. His voice, those words, his hands, and with the prior knowledge of how good he was going to feel inside me, I felt like I was losing my mind. The sexual freedom he was allowing me was frightening liberating.
Grayson slid into my pussy at the same time his grip on my hair tightened. “Fuck,” he snarled. “Your cunt’s just as tight as it was that night.”
My hands grabbed onto the couch backrest, and I held on as Grayson started slamming into my willing body. “Oh, God…yes…”
“Beg for it, Molly,” he repeated between grunts. “Beg for it and I’ll make it so good for you.”
“Grayson-”
His voice reached a deep growl. “Beg for it, you fucking whore. Beg for my cock in your ass.”
Lust blocked out all self-respect. “Please,” I begged. “Please…give it to me.”
