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Grayson’s entire body covered mine, and with his lips on the back of my neck, he said, “That’s how good girls ask for it, Molly. And we both know you’re not a good girl.” I could feel my pussy clenching around his thick heat. “Beg for it like the dirty slut you are. Beg for it like the cockwhore you are, baby.”
The proof of how messed up I was echoed in the next words to leave my mouth. “Fuck my ass, Grayson,” I begged. “I need your cock in my ass.”
Grayson let out a dark, disturbing howl of madness, and tears streamed down my face as I felt him position the head of his cock up against the tight resistance of my ass. It’s been years since I’ve had anal sex, and I knew it was going to hurt and start out uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. I wanted this with Grayson. The need bordered on manic.
Enduring the struggle it took for him to finally pop through that constricted ring, when his thick head finally broke through, and he slid into my body, inch by glorious inch, my entire body felt like it was going to shatter into a million pieces.
“Christ, your ass is so fucking tight,” he groaned. “It’s stretched so tight around my cock, baby.”
Further cementing how sick I was, I cried out, “Harder, Grayson.”
Not having any idea what I was unleashing, Grayson grabbed onto my hips, and surged forward. “Is this how you like getting fucked up the ass? Is this how you like having your ass stretched out?”
“Yes!” I screamed, and incredulousness shook me as I came so quickly and so violently after only a few thrusts.
And did he stop, so I could reach for my sanity again?
No. No, he didn’t.
Chapter 28
Grayson~
Iwas exhausted, but my monster was sated.
Molly was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully, but I couldn’t quite fall asleep with her. My mind was wide away, though every other part of my body was spent.
For three hours, Molly let me use her in ways I never thought I’d be able to satisfy myself again. True to that goddamn profile she had created, Molly hadn’t cried foul once during the night. I called her awful names, left bruises on her body, and made her wear my seed as I fucked her everywhere. Even in the shower, she hadn’t been safe from getting dirty. I had her doing things I’ve never asked of another woman, and Molly had delivered on them all.
The first time had been reckless desperation, and I had taken full responsibility for it. But in between me cumming in her ass on the couch and fucking her mouth again in her bedroom, we’d had the protection talk. She was on birth control, and even had a box of condoms under her bathroom sink. After assuring her that I’ve always worn condoms before and kind of lost sight of it this time because I was out of my mind for her, we let our monsters call the shots, and so, it was a no on the condoms after that.
Now, lying next to her, her pussy and ass were sore and swollen, and my dick was sensitive enough to feel raw. It was the only reason we pulled the brakes after three hours.
Looking over at her, I was completely fascinated with how she was going to go to work on Monday, the prim and proper lady, and she was going to pull it off effortlessly. Molly Cavanaugh was the very epitome of the saying ‘a lady on the streets, but a whore in the bedroom’. That was Molly. Even if I were horrible enough to kiss and tell, no one would believe me. No one would be able to look at Molly, interact with her, and believe she was the type of sexual creature to beg for a dick up her ass.
And, Christ, what a feeling that was.
When I had worked my dick into her ass, I couldn’t remember ever feeling anything so mind-blowingly incredible. I’ve had anal sex plenty of times but being inside Molly had felt unbelievable. Everything about tonight had felt unbelievable.
And the more of herself that Molly gave me, the more insane I became with it. The thought of Molly on that site bothered me in a way it hadn’t bothered me before tonight. The thought of this being casual, and her seeking this kind of fix with someone else kind of made me feel murderous. It was a talk we were going to have to have, and I prayed it went in my favor.
It was creeping into Saturday morning, and I moved over onto my side, and pulled Molly’s compliant body next to mine. A part of me wondered if I was fucking this up, by staying and making her face me when she woke up, but another part of me knew it was the only way to find out where we stood after what we’d done last night.
It wasn’t easy to show someone how fucked-up you were.
Molly moaned as she snuggled closer to me, and it settled some of the worry creeping in. We’d had to take a final shower before calling it quits, and she hadn’t acted awkward at all, so maybe it was just my whole too-good-to-be-true vibe coming back to ruin things. I wasn’t sure. I just wrapped my arm around Molly tighter and hope for the best.
“That feels nice,” she mumbled sleepily.
I kissed her bare shoulder. Both of us had opted for no clothes when we had climbed into bed.“Youfeel nice,” I replied quietly.
“We feel nice,” she compromised, still half asleep.
Lying next to Molly, I was experiencing another first. I was praying she wasn’t waking up for more sex.
While I’ve had serious relationships before, and have slept over many times with those women, sex had always been on the table. If we slept through the night, that was fine, but more often than not, sex was happening sometime during the night.
With Molly, I wanted her to know that this was about more than what she just did for me. I didn’t want her thinking that I was here solely for sexual satisfaction. I wanted her to understand that I liked her. I’ve always like her. I liked her when we had first met, and I liked the shit out of her the night of the wedding. While I might have come over to feed her beast and mine, I had been attracted to her way before I knew this new side of her.
