Fuck.
I need to have her. “Say it," I demand, voice thick with hunger.
Her breasts heave against my chest. “Grayson,” she breathes out.
I groan into her skin, nipping at her collarbone.
“And who do you belong to, Pipsqueak?”
“You,” she mewls. “I belong to you.”
Damn, right.
I slowly sink to my knees, pulling her panties down as I go. Burying my nose into the slit of her pussy, I taste her.
“Fuck, baby! I could eat from this pussy and never tire of it.”
I suck, lick, and bite her delicious cunt as she bucks and runs her fingers through my hair. When her orgasm rips through her, I hold her steady, enjoying every little gasp and tremor.
I smile, nipping at her sensitive bundle of nerves. My girl was so worked up she couldn’t even wait for me to get her to the floor.
“Now get on your knees, facing the cushions,” I command. She grins and raises an eyebrow. I know she likes being submissive.
Damn, I need to be inside her.
When she’s in position, I go to the duffle bag and retrieve a few items. Taking off my jeans, I go back to her and lower myself on the floor behind her.
“Remember this?” I reach around to show the vibrating butt plug in my hand. She gasps.
“You’ve been back in my house? Is nothing sacred?”
“Your body is, and I’m going to worship the fuck out of it. Did you get this for yourself?”
“No. Viv got it as a birthday gift,” she replies, sheepishly.
I smile and kiss her shoulder. “Be a good girl and suck it for me.”
She does. And I reach around to caress her breasts, pressing my chest and erect cock against her. Kissing the back of her neck, I trail the device down her body, finding her sensitive nub and turning it on.
“Oh fuck!” she cries, melting into me as I hold her upright. I circle her clit and enjoy her writhing against me. I tease her, edge her, pulling the toy away each time she gets close to coming. Her fingernails dig crescent moons into the back of my neck, channeling her frustration into me.
I smile against her skin, dragging my teeth across her shoulder. “So needy,” I taunt.
I trace the toy to her center and plunge it inside, coating the silicone device in her arousal.
“You’re so wet for me,” I praise. “Are you on birth control?”
“An IUD,” she replies with a nod before tilting her head back and kissing me.
“Be a good girl, clench and hold that in there for me, and put your hands together in front of your hips.”
She does as I say.
I tie my belt around her wrists. She’s whimpering against the still vibrating device in her wet hole. I quickly pull the toy out, turn it off, and slip it back in.
“You cum when I say you can cum. Bend over.”
She does so, placing her restrained hands over the cushions. I reach down, grab the arrow I put beside me, and spank her ass with the fletching. She hums through pressed lips.
