He closes the space between us and takes my hand in his, stroking my knuckles. “You don’t need to shy away from how you feel with me. I want to know everything in that beautiful head of yours, sweetheart.”
“That’s a big promise.”
“One I intend on keeping.”
“I believe you,” I whisper, swaying closer, letting our fronts brush. “It’s freeing when you take over in that way. Like I don’t have to do anything but focus on how you make me feel.”
“Good. That’s the way it should be for you. It’s how I like it. Bringing you pleasure makes me hard beyond belief, Jill.”
My eyes fall to where our bodies are pressed together. The air thins around us, and I inhale the faint scent of his cologne mixed with clean linen. His black T-shirt is tight around his torso, making it that much harder not to notice the flex of his abs leading down to where the telltale bulge where his cock digs into my hip.
“You mentioned something about me being naked and bleary-eyed,” I murmur, slowly forcing my eyes back up.
I’m lost to the intensity of his waiting gaze. It hooks into me, and I make no move to fight.
His lips quirk at the corner before he brings our hands to his lips, dragging them across my fingernails. I sigh, my muscles turning to goo at the soft gesture. I’m completely unprepared for when he spins me toward the dresser and bends me over it.
My chest meets the top of it, and I nearly flinch as the cool wood soaks through my sweatshirt, drifting across my tight nipples. Grayson places the back of my hand against my lower back, partially restraining me while leaning down to murmur in my ear.
“You’re neither, but I have new plans. All of which involve you right here, with these pants at your ankles.”
He grips my waistband and with one firm tug has my sweatpants pooling at my ankles. Without panties, I’m bare between my legs, wet and exposed. There’s a low groan from behind me and then two fingers running through my lower lips, teasing me.
My mouth pops open, and a soft moan slips free. “Don’t tease me.”
“No? Why not? I think you prefer a bit of teasing, considering I woke up alone with my cock ready to sink back into this pretty pussy. You took away that chance when you disappeared to go speak with your ex-boyfriend.”
The first crack of his hand across my ass stings like a motherfucker. I jerk against the dresser, making the hotel phone rattle and the complimentary bottle of water fall to the floor. My vision flashes white as my core throbs, squeezing around nothing.
“That’s better. I’ll give you pleasure until your knees give out and you don’t remember your name, but I’ll punish you for stealing the chance for me to do so this morning, Jill. If you want to be mine, you’ll have to accept this part of me. Can you do that?”
I feel the heat of his palm hovering over my burning ass cheek. I bite my lip and nod, not needing to think about it.
“Say the words for me,” he pushes, his voice gravelled.
“I want this, Grayson. I want you. All of you.”
The second slap comes quickly. My eyes roll back into my skull as the pain scatters across my skin and dips between my legs. I’m so wet I can feel the slickness gathering on the insides of my thighs. That only makes the need in my belly spread, spiderwebbing through every inch of my body.
“Good girl, baby. Just a few more,” he purrs before adding another red-hot handprint to my flaming skin. “I’m going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. You’ll be so stuffed full of cock you won’t be able to stand at the altar today without feeling the lingering sensation of me buried deep inside of you. And every time you do, you’ll look out at me, won’t you? I’ll be the only one who knows that you’re standing up there with a cunt full of cum that’s been soaking into your panties all day.”
My eyes cross, the weight of his filthy words pulling on the thread keeping me together. I press back against him hopelessly, but I don’t know what I’m asking for. More pain or pleasure, or both? It doesn’t matter. The pain is pleasure, and before I can tell myself not to, I’m reaching behind me with my free hand and gripping the inside of his thigh, searching.
He slaps my ass again, harder than every time prior. I cry out before he twists his hips, and I feel his cock settle beneath my hand.
“Is that what you were looking for, baby?” he grunts, taking a handful of my sensitive cheek and squeezing. “Do you want it inside of you?”
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
He hums low in his throat and pulls away from my touch, grinding against my ass instead. I chomp down on my tongue and shiver, wiggling my hips.
“Where are your manners?”
My whimper is high-pitched and needy. “Please. Please put it inside of me.”
I hear him pull down his zipper and then feel the hot press of his cock against my lower cheek. He brings it to my crack and presses inside, running it up and down. With every press against my asshole, I choke on incoherent words that I don’t realize I’m speaking.
“Not yet. We’ll need to stretch you there first. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his words caressing me while he lines his tip up with my pussy, getting it wet. “I’m still working on this dripping hole right now.”
