Page 94 of The Cabin

In between licks he surfaces to say, “Such a naughty fucking girl. Sitting in your sweet fucking juices when you knew they were mine to taste.” His mouth is relentless, licking me from front to back, slipping his tongue in and out, sucking my clit. His fingers tease and play and pinch.

“Grayson!”

“What, baby? Tell me what’s going on.”

“Stop playing with me, I need you to make me come.”

“Oh, you’re going to come, Sol. You’re going to come on my tongue and then you’re going to come on my cock.” He renews his efforts, focusing where I need him, and pushing fingers into both my pussy and my ass. Another thing I never knew I needed until he introduced it to me.

It’s seconds before I feel the build, his tongue a master at what it does. He knows exactly what I need, how to touch me, how fast to go, how much pressure.

“Grayson, oh my god! Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

His scruff scratches the inside of my thighs and he hums something, causing vibrations in the best places. I can’t move enough to ride his face, I don’t have enough leverage because he’s got me shoved up on my tiptoes.

This time I do understand him when he yells, “Come for me, Sol. Let me feel you clench around my fingers. Give me a taste of what you’ll feel like on my cock.”

Sounds you’d hear on a porno set fly out of my mouth. “Fuck, Grayson!

He licks my clit for a few more seconds and then pulls his head back, replacing his tongue with his thumb.

“C’mon, baby. Give it to me. Tell me who makes you feel like this.”

I explode, yelling, “You do!” over and over until I turn into mush bent over the couch.

“Whose pussy just ate my fingers up as it came?”

“Yours.”

“Whose asshole tightened around me?”

“Yours, Grayson! Yours, yours, yours.”

He leans over me, right up to my ear. “And whose cock is about to pound into you until you’re sobbing.”

My voice is pretty much already a sob when I answer, “Yours.”

He flips me, pulling me up to face him by my shirt. The faith he has in this thin, cut-up t-shirt is ballsy. I cannot believe it doesn’t rip right off of me. “Get me ready for you, Sol. Spit on my dick.” He pushes his pants down just enough to free himself from the confines of his sweatpants and drags his fist up and down it, once…twice. I’m mesmerized.

Dropping to my knees, I pull his pants down a little more and suck him right into my mouth. He roars above me, grabbing my hair and pulling. “Fucking hell, baby!”

I take my time licking up the sides and sucking his head into my mouth. I can feel how impatient he is by the way his entire body is tense, straining.

Deciding to take pity on him, I grab the base and look up to meet his eyes. There’s more than lust in them, and we’re not going to talk about that. He has a habit of getting carried away and caught up in the moment. It doesn’t mean anything.

Keeping eye contact, I let spit fall from my lips and land on him before I use my hand to rub it up and down. I spit two more times, slowly gliding my hand over him, massaging it in.

He loses it.

I find myself back where I had been, bent over the couch with him hovering over me, slipping his hands underneath to squeeze my tits, paying much needed attention to my nipples. “I have been thinking about having my cock inside you since the first day I met you. And I’ve been imagining taking you from behind since the day you bent over for me in the shower and I saw how goddamn perfect you were. How bouncy this ass was. How irresistible your cunt looked. I’ve been fucking dreaming about you for a month, Sol.”

“I peeked too, you know. That day at the Y. I’ve been thinking about your huge fucking cock ever since.” His grip on my tits will leave bruises, I’m sure of it. I hope it does.

He stands back up, adjusting me by my hips and I can’t help but slap the couch and grit my teeth when I feel him drag his dick up and down my lips. Spreading my slickness with his head.

“Are you –”

I’m already nodding. “Yes, clean and on birth control.” I shake my ass ardently, needing him to get inside me already.

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