Page 70 of The Cabin

Feral growls of frustration erupt from my chest. “Eat me out! God, Grayson, put your fucking mouth on me. I wanna come on your face. I need to.”

A switch goes off. Like thunder booming, Grayson shoves my thighs open even more and goes absolutely wild. His tongue flattens and he runs it over my clit again and again. His arms wrap around my legs and lift. With the new angle, he starts his lick between my cheeks, dangerously close to my asshole and moves all the way back up to my clit. He does it over and over. Until I’m dizzy. Until I’m thrashing above him.

Eventually, he drops me back down and pulls back a little. I’m completely caught up in him. Couldn’t look away if I tried.

Making eye contact, he spits on me, quick to rub it in. Someone please call the police. This man is a criminal. This has to be illegal.

His face goes right back in, licking, sucking, peppering in the slightest of nips. I arch up when he pushes his tongue inside of me. In and out, like he’s stuck on repeat. His thumb flicks my clit before rubbing practiced, perfect patterns. He has me bowing, bucking, moaning under him. I am so close.

“Grayson, I–” before I can even finish my sentence Grayson disappears from between my legs and lays down beside me. It takes me a few seconds to catch up, having been so close to the edge. I look over at him, my cum glistening all over his face. Damn. That’s something I didn’t realize I needed to see in this lifetime. Check. Check, check, and check.

“Let’s go, lollipop.” He tugs me onto his lap. I look down at him, still fully clothed, and remember my plan to finally get to explore him and his body. I trail my fingers across his chest but he catches them.

“Nuh, nuh, no. Such a naughty girl tonight.” My thighs squeeze around him. “You don’t wanna be called lollipop anymore? You like me calling you a naughty girl instead?” He pulls my fingers up to kiss them.

Mmmmmm...yes. “I wanna touch you,” I breathe.

His eyes light up. “Not before you come.”

“I was about to! But then you moved!”

“Sit on my face.” Oh. Yeah, no. We’re not…no, um…

“Grab the roof of the truck and sit on my fucking face, Sol. Now.” He’s actually going to suffocate if I do that. He had control before, this he will actually die from.

I crawl up and position myself over his face, grabbing onto the roof for support. His hands grip my hips almost enough to hurt. With about as much hesitation as possible, I slowly lower myself so that I am hovering over his mouth. Careful not to put my full weight on him. I’m hot as fuck but two hundred and fifty pounds is two hundred and fifty pounds. Doesn’t matter how attractive I am, I could still crush him by accident. He’d crush me if he sat on my face.

His irritation booms, making itself known, under me. “Look at me,” he commands, and I peer down at him, having to lean forward a little to see past my stomach.

“I am going to absolutely destroy this cunt. You are going to sit on my face. Sit on my face, Sol. Not hover above it. Sit on my goddamn face and ride it until you’re screaming. Do you understand?”

I nod, he squeezes my hips harder, until it does actually hurt. “Yes! Yes. Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” With his unrelenting grasp on my waist he slams me down onto him, immediately going to work on me. I don’t even know what to focus on. His tongue, his lips, his teeth, his hands slipping around to my backside, ever so stealthily pulling my cheeks apart.

“Grayson…” I try to pull off of him but he uses his grip on my ass to hold me in place. His tongue resumes its mission slipping in and out of me. Grayson presses on my ass and then pulls back until I’m grinding on his face. When I get into the right tempo he raises his thumb to my mouth, shoving it in, having me suck it. As soon as he’s satisfied he brings it back down and slips it between my cheeks, pressing against my asshole.

“Grayson!” But he doesn’t stop. His tongue picks up its pace, the way I’m riding him has his nose hitting my clit just right, his thumb is teasing my other hole, and every so often his free hand slaps my ass, quick to rub away the sting. My legs start to shake underneath me. The way my hips are grinding gets sloppier.

He slaps my ass one final time in a very clear order to come. And I do.

My hands make banging sounds on the roof, my tits press up against the glass of the back window, my head is thrown back in pure ecstasy. I am wailing over top of him. Strings and strings of curse words and gasps and praises. His name falls off my lips a million times.

“Oh my god, Grayson, you feel so good.” After my body has come down, the pulsing subsiding, Grayson maneuvers us so we’re laying on our sides facing each other. He pulls me close, his fingers drawing on my skin. Up and down my side.

“Tell me again,” he whispers.

“You feel so good.”

“Tell me.” He nudges my neck with his nose.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good. You make me come so hard. Your fingers are magic. No one has ever made me feel this way.” He rips his face out from the crook of my neck. Eyes dark, intense.

“Say it again.”

“You feel so–” His fingers pause, slipping behind so he can slap my ass. Hard. I yelp.

“Say it again, Sol.” I’m trying to read his face…oh.

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