My grip on his head relaxes, and my hands move up to squeeze my breasts. I toy with my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, pinching to the point of pain. The pressure of my movements combined with the gentle touch of his tongue has me squirming, rocking against his face.
And then he takes two fingers, slowly guiding them to my entrance. He’s a bigger guy, I know that. I’ve seen those hands carry injured animals and throw around fifty pound bales of hay. His hands envelope mine every time he grasps them, so it shouldn’t surprise me when he’s two fingers deep, and it’s almost too much.
“Oh sweetheart,” he groans, swirling his tongue just above where his fingers are shoved deep inside me. “You can barely take my hand.” He scissors his fingers back and forth, and I whimper, trying to breathe deep to accommodate him. He adjusts his hand to add a third, and I nearly combust. “You feel that stretch, baby? This tight pussy isn’t ready for my cock.”
“Grayson,” I whine, thrashing my head back and forth against his sheets. “Oh my gosh. It feels so … it feels…” the words die off when his hand arches, and his fingers slowly pumpin and out of me. The high is so close, and I need to chase it. With my eyes held shut, I reach a hand down, fumbling until I find his wrist.
With my fingers wrapped around his brawny forearm, I urge him to go faster. A nearly animalistic growl comes from him when he realizes what I want, and he adjusts his position, pumping his hand so hard my body moves with his movements. My breasts are bouncing, and I widen my legs, inviting more of him in.
His head lowers, and his tongue darts out to lick my swollen clit. When he sucks it into his mouth and curls his fingers forward, I scream.
I cry out his name as I come, my pussy clamping down hard on his fingers. He doesn’t stop pumping until I'm absolutely spent, until my entire body tingles, and I reach down again, gently pulling his fingers out of me.
And then I’m reaching for him, barely opening my eyes long enough to grab his arms and pull him on top of me. He licks into my mouth, and I whimper. “I can taste myself on you.”
Something about that is so hot. The idea that my cum covers his face, his beard, and that he isn’t afraid to kiss me with his messy mouth because it’s a mess we’ve made together.
I can feel his hard cock against my leg, and this time when I reach a hand in to squeeze him underneath his briefs, he lets me. I shove the rest of his clothes down his thighs, over his muscular ass, and grab him in my hand.
I fist his cock, pumping him hard while he rocks into me, never once breaking the kiss.
It isn’t until I slide his dick between my pussy, letting him pump against the cum that’s still leaking from me that he grunts. “Fuck, Holly, I’m going to come all over you.”
“Please,” I nearly beg, a pained breath rushing out of me. “Come all over me, mark me as yours.”
The words fall out of my mouth unexpectedly. Grayson has already marked me as his with his kindness that overflows from his heart. From the caring and protective nature he exudes. He’s claimed me in more ways than one.But the idea of him truly physically marking his claim on me makes me feral.
With my grip on his cock, I slap it roughly against my pussy, and he curses. He grips my hand that’s holding onto him, squeezing it as he rises up on his knees. In two pumps, he’s spurting hot ropes of cum all over my stomach, my breasts, and some flies up to land along the slope of my neck.
I welcome it all, so turned on by the act even though I just came.
He lets go of his cock, and both hands come to rest on the sides of my head, bracketing me in as he catches his breath. When he looks down at me, his eyes are half hooded as he takes in the mess on my chest. “Never seen such a pretty sight, you covered in my cum.”
I playfully slide a finger through it, bringing it up to trace a path around my nipple. He watches me, mesmerized, before leaning down to place a slow, tender kiss against my lips.
Grayson shuffles off the bed, reaching for me, and I let him pull me to standing before walking us over to the bathroom.
He flicks on the light, and I squint at the brightness, turning to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My body is peppered with red marks, from his teeth, his hands. Soft purple spots are sprouting around my breasts, and his cum is starting to drip down my body.
He wraps his arms around me, his chest hair rough against my back. His chin comes to rest on my shoulder as he meets my gaze through the mirror. Grayson drags his fingers through the cum, swirling it across my skin. “I marked you as mine, alright. 'cause there's not a chance in hell I’m letting you go.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Holly
Ispin around in a circle with my hands thrown in the air, screaming the lyrics to the eighties heartthrob ballad at the top of my lungs.
Disco lights reflect off every surface, turning the platinum blonde of Harper’s hair into shades of yellow and purple. She spins around just the same with her eyes closed, dancing to the beat of the music before she bends at the waist and slaps her hands on the dirty bar floor. She wiggles her ass side to side, and I laugh, catching the eye of one very disapproving Grayson sitting in the corner.
The song wraps up and Harper stands, whipping her blonde locks back.
“This band is insane!” I shout over her ear, and she nods along as she drags me through the packed crowd towards the bar.
“They’re my favorite,” she shouts back. “Every time they come to Copper Ridge, the bar is packed.”
After a miserable string of shifts, I finally made it back to Copper Ridge for the weekend. Grayson and I had plans to lay low and soak in each other since we’re both exhausted from the week. But when Harper found out I was coming, she begged him, Lukas, and Theo to come down to the bar she works at, The Tipsy Tractor, for the eighties cover band.
