Page 111 of The Cabin

Another finger slips between my lips, pulling back out to paint my cum over my lower back. “And who gets to taste you like this?”

“You do.” I lurch forward, reeling from the slap he gives me between my ass and my hip. “Only you! It’s just you.” Another slap, now on my other side. Fuck. “You,mi cielo.You. You. You. You’re the only one who gets to taste me. Your mouth is the only mouth I want. Ever.”

“Good girl.” Soft, gentle kisses chase the sting away.

I’m pulled by my hands and I cry out, absolutely shocked, and almost smash my face into the ground before Grayson locks my arms behind me and whips me into a kneeling position in front of him, my back cemented to his chest. One of his hands holds my wrists together in a death grip, the other snakes around my neck to my throat. “Tell me you’re consumed by me.”

“I’m consumed by you.” He tightens his hold, fingers ever so slightly digging into the sides of my neck. “I am drowning in you, Grayson. I am completely consumed, you’re in every cell of my body.” His fingers relax.

“Do not move your hands.” I nod, but feel my airways get cut off in a quick pulse of his hand.

“Yes, sir.”

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Now that he’s not holding my hands together, Grayson slaps the top of my thigh. “Open.” I do. I spread my knees as far as I can and am rewarded with delicious rubs over my clit.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I’m rocking back and forth, following his fingers, moving just right, adjusting each time he plunges them inside, drags them up to my ass, or lets them settle in on my clit. “That’s it, baby. Work yourself up.”

Using my arousal as lubrication, Grayson pushes his thumb into my asshole after teasing the rim. His hand closes on my throat and he has two fingers inside my pussy, using the knuckle of a third to get me off. The lack of oxygen has me panicked and so goddamn horny. I feel fuzzy and electric at the same time.

“My naughty, naughty girl. Come all over me so I can take you inside and soak my dick with it, fucking you until you can’t walk anymore.”

Oxygen floods back into my lungs and I’m a goner. Grayson holds me to him with an arm across my chest while I collapse against him, moaning and cursing, eyes rolling, my release causing me to grind on his hand as long as I can stand it. I only still when I’m so sensitive that it’s painful.

“I need to show this greedy cunt what it’s missing.” I can barely stand, but Grayson is full steam ahead. He takes my sports bra off, leaving it somewhere with my pants and taps my ass a few times, ushering me into the cabin.

I get through the door first and turn around, breathless, taking him in. “Take off your shirt.”

He doesn’t speak. He just does what I ask, his eyes darkening, liquifying.

“Now your pants.” I am a sucker for his tight little black boxers. They drive me crazy. Yesterday he didn’t even make it to the couch after his shower before I was pouncing on him.

“Are you hard for me,cielo?” His jaw goes slack. He is always ravishing me. Throwing me around. Telling me what to do. And I am absolutely obsessed with it. But I think maybe it’s my turn to play…

He nods, gripping himself through his briefs.

I close the distance between us, stilling his hand. “I’m sorry. Are you touching what’s mine?” His hand slowly falls to his side and I replace it with my own, grabbing him with more force than usual. He chokes, bending over, head bumping into mine. Oh, this kind of power is going to turn me into a mother fucking monster. His lips are close enough for me to lean in and bite, pulling his bottom lip out a little too far and letting it fall back. Hands fly to my hips as he grunts. “I asked you if you’re hard for me,cielo.”

He pants for a second before saying, “Yes. Yes, baby. Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m hard for you.”

“How hard?” I already know the answer, I can feel him straining against my palm. But I am positively delighted watching him get a taste of his own medicine.

“So hard.” I adjust my hold to include his balls, flexing my fingers, threatening. “FUCK, Sol. I’m fucking rigid for you. All I can think about is how good that velvety fucking pussy is going to feel eating up my cock.”

I drop to my knees, biting the band of his boxers and pulling. I use my other hand to help me get them down his thighs. “My dirty girl came out to play.” He teases a finger over my lips. I bite that too.

“Who gets to suck this thick cock, Grayson?” The only explanation I have for my behavior is being in love and that fact that I’ve been fucked delusional the last three days. The last two weeks.

“You do, baby. Only you.” He strokes my hair so freaking lovingly.

“And why’s that?” My mouth is wide open, tongue out waiting for him, but I keep a hand on each of his thighs so he can’t quite reach me.

He is so frustrated and it’s giving me life. I am soaring.

“Because you suck it so good…” he pauses to trace my lips. “Just like a lollipop.”

“Like this?” I’m all innocence and wide eyes as I let him slide his length across my tongue, all the way to the back. But I never shut my mouth. I just push him in and out, only coating the underside with my spit.

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