It feels even better than last time, like he's bigger somehow. I take as much of it as I can, feeling a small tear roll from the side of my eye.
Grant kisses my neck, biting down slightly as he fucks me. His free hand lifts my left leg up at the knee, giving him even more access to move deep inside me.
“Ugh…” I moan, feeling every inch of him. Grant enters me with small grunts. I watch the man's face as it twists in bliss. Soon, my vision begins to fail me when he picks up the pace, fucking me aggressively. Even then, I still want so much more.
Grant lets go of my hands, and they instantly cling to his back. I let out a small howl before digging my fingers into the man's back. This only seems to excite him even more because Grant begins to drive my hips into the bed.
His right hand moves to my breasts, squeezing them as they bounce in front of him. He pinches my nipples, making my chest rise up to meet him.
The uncertainty I had been feeling is now a thing of the past. Right here, under Grant, is the only place I want to be. I slide my fingers off his back and move them to his face, cupping it as he continues to fuck me.
Our eyes make contact, and I see all the longing he feels. I feel every bit of it, too.
He shoots a steaming hot load into me. It goes so far, I swear I can taste it. Grant slides out of me, but I'm not ready to let him go just yet.
I get up, going on my knees to kiss him while I take his member in my hands. As soon as we make contact, he gets hard again. I hold it firmly, stroking across the entire length of it.
Grant moans into my ears as I push my body against his. I cover his lips with my own, sucking on his tongue, getting as much of the amazing taste as I can.
“I need more,” I mutter.
This seems to send gears turning in his head. Grant turns me around, bending me over. My ass cheeks rise to meet him and he places his hardness against the walls before sliding in. The familiar feeling makes me let out a small cry.
“Fuck!”
He leans into me a little, placing his hand at the back of my neck and pushing me into the bed. His other hand moves to my lower back as he smashes into me. My screams are muffled by the sheets beneath me.
I know that any human in this position would break from the force, but my body is made to withstand this and even more.
Still, it's clear that Grant is determined to push me to the very limit. He fucks me like this is going to be the last time, making sure every second and every thrust counts.
As the slapping sound of my ass against his hips fills the room, I begin to lose all sense of where I am. The only thing I feel is the constant rod that slices through me over and over again.
Pleasure is the only thing my body can recognize at this point, and soon, there's an overload. I release ferociously, more than I ever have before. Grant's continuous fucking only makes me release again, just seconds later.
I fall onto the bed with the fatigue of someone who just ran a marathon. In fairness, I definitely got pushed very far. Grant stays by my side wasting no time in drawing me close to him.
Our sweaty bodies are rapidly cooled by the air conditioner. I find myself quickly falling asleep in Grant's strong arms. At this moment, all seems right with the world.
The next thing I see is a bunch of trees blocking my path. I'm back in the woods, running with my mind telling me that if I stop, I'm dead. I take a right then and keep sprinting with all the might I can muster.
The shouting behind me gets louder and louder. I hear a gunshot and a bullet comes whizzing right past my left ear.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Fear builds in me, flooding all my senses and making me run faster than ever. The only thing I can do is try my best to survive, but the chances of me doing that grow slimmer by the second.
“You're not going to get away this time!” I hear another bullet come at me. This one lands just behind my feet, but the next one doesn't miss. It strikes the back of my leg, sending me to the ground immediately.
I try to crawl, but it's no use. The hunters catch up to me and when I turn around, all I see is the barrel of a gun.
“Die, filth.”
My eyes fly open at the gunshot. “Hey, it's alright,” Grant says, holding me close to him. “It's okay, you were just having a nightmare.”
I crawl away from his grasp, pulling the sheets to myself as I try to make sense of where I am. All the trees have been replaced by the four walls of Grant's bedroom. I'm back in the safety of his house, even though I still feel like I'm in serious danger.
“You're safe now,” he tries to assure me.
