Page 54 of Our Shattered Pieces
I moaned. “Yes.”
“What does it miss more?” he asked, teasing me mercilessly.
“Grayson…”
“Because I have no problem stuffing your hot little cunt with a fake cock while I lick you dirty, baby.”
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Oh, God…Grayson…”
“You like that idea, Molly?”
I whimpered, my hips moving faster over his erection. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Grayson-”
“Tell me why,” he demanded. “Tell me what I want to hear, Molly.”
“Be…because I’m a slu-because I’myourslut.”
“Good girl,” he cooed, his lips finally making their way to breasts. Sucking at my nipple over the fabric, his hands slid up under my shirt. “Get rid of this fucking thing.” I quickly pulled the t-shirt up and over my head, and I was bare for him from the waist up.
“Oh, God,” I mewled as his hips lifted to work me through our clothes. Throwing my head back, I move my body over his.
“Molly, look at me.” When I did, he said, “I want you over my lap. Your ass up for me, baby.”
Like the slut I loved being for him, I jumped off his lap and pulled my pajamas down along with my underwear. Completely naked, I crawled over his lap and presented my ass to him as if I were getting ready for a spanking. “Like this?”
“Perfect,” he hummed, and then I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart. Since he’s already seen it all, there was nothing left but to let him play. I felt his thumbs pull my pussy lips apart, and I could feel his hot hiss all over my ass. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Please, Grayson,” I begged. “Please…”
Then one arm anchored around my lower back, while Grayson slid two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass. It wasn’t the first time he’s done it, but the sensation felt freer this time. Like there weren’t any more ghosts holding me back.
“Tell me how you like this,” he growled. “How many fingers do you need me to use to stretch you out, you filthy slut?”
My lips between my teeth, I could taste blood. “Two,” I moaned.
Grayson’s laugh sounded positively wicked as he complied and slid two fingers in my ass while lodging two others in my pussy. “That’s a good little fucktoy,” he mocked. “Got that pussy dripping down my hand already.”
“Grayson…oh, God…” He started finger fucking me with enough vigor to jostle my body around, and I pushed back to pull his fingers in deeper.
“My cock’s going to slide in so easily,” he murmured. “I just have to decide where I want to fuck you first.”
“Anywhere,” I cried out, already close to falling over the edge.
“That’s a good girl. Cumming for me already.”
I nodded into the couch cushions. “Yes, yes…”
Suddenly, Grayson pulled out of my body, and I was picked up and tossed onto my back. “Not without my tongue on your cunt,” he growled. “Grab your fucking legs.”
I did as he asked, and with my ass practically lifted off the couch, Grayson replaced his fingers back where they’d been, and with two fingers in each sensitive opening, and now with his tongue on my clit, I came almost instantly. “Grayson!”
“Goddamn, you’re the hottest fucking whore I’ve ever seen,” he snarled into my wet flesh, his fingers still riding me through one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
“Grayson…I…oh, God…” As the intensity ebbed, my body trembled in the aftermath, and I was vaguely aware of Grayson standing up and undressing. I just laid there, limp, a sacrifice to whatever he wanted to do next.
