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Another thing she never imagined about herself. Not only that she might shoot a man, but also that she would feel good about doing it.
She wasn’t just a victim. She could make things happen.
The more those thoughts swirled around in her head while she was holding Griz close, the fiercer she felt. The more in control. Soon, she wasn’t just clinging to Griz with her hands, she was sliding those hands across his strong back, the muscles still hot from his fight with Ripper. Then, her hands slid down to grip his ass, squeezing it hard.
This was hers. This was all hers. This big, beautiful man with his big, beautiful dick, was hers. All of these men were running around fighting each other, shooting each other over their territory, well, this was her territory. And she wanted to plant her flag.
A part of her couldn’t believe she was doing this, even as she moved her hands around to caress the heavy bulge in his pants. She’d just survived being attacked, nearly killed, and had killed in return. She should be curled up in a corner crying, not rubbing her hands over Griz’s rapidly expanding dick.
But going through all of that had somehow made her feel more alive. Vibrant, was how Kate had described it, like her gray world had become full of color once she was with Wyatt, and now Becca understood what she meant.
Every moment counted now. Every second could be their last. And she wanted to fill the next stretch of moments with indulging her passions with Griz.
She had his pants down before he knew what was happening. His dick swung free as his pants dropped, waving low like a thick pendulum. She caught it in one hand as the other pushed him to a seat on the bed, and then she was kneeling down in front of him, taking him into her mouth.
He wasn’t fully hard yet, maybe halfway so, which made it easier, but even with that, she struggled to fit him inside of her mouth. She took it down as far as she could, further than she dared, determined to push herself to her limits.
Griz gasped audibly as his cock hit the back of her throat, and she slid her lips up and down his shaft a few times, again as far as she could go. Before, she’d been afraid of this, now, it was like a personal mission, to see how much of it she could take.
His dick became fully rigid quickly, becoming so thick and long that she had to pause before her jaw dislocated. She stopped and looked at it, stroking it all the way up and down as she did.
This was the third time she’d seen him fully hard, and she still had trouble believing what she was seeing. It was so big that it was almost comical to look at it, until it filled her hand or her mouth or her pussy, and then shit got very, very real.
Just thinking about his cock being inside of her made her think back to their first time, not so long ago. How scared she was when he first put it in, then how good it felt to be filled to what felt like past the limits of what she could take. She’d lost herself completely in that feeling, and she couldn’t wait to lose herself to it again.
Those memories, those thoughts, now were making her so aroused, so wet, that she couldn’t wait any longer. She pushed him onto his back on the bed, climbing over top of him, still keeping a hold on his dick with her one hand.
Even as she hovered over him, she couldn’t help stroking his colossal dick. It was her big, thick, sex toy, all hers, and she couldn’t get enough of it. Finally, she began to lower herself down until the tip of it touched her lips.
“Be careful,” Griz said.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered into his ear. “I won’t hurt you.”
She eased down onto him, just a little, the sudden stretch throwing a quick thrill into her that was part panic and part anticipation. After a moment, she was able to lower herself a bit more, and then a bit more, sliding his heavy girth inside of her until she felt like she might split in two.
The world began going out of focus. She was completely wrapped up in the intense pleasure of having him inside of her, filling her all the way up, and she began to slide up and down on his shaft.
Had there really been a time when she had pushed this man away from her? Had she really been denying herself this Olympic level of dick? Before, the idea of even seeing Griz’s dick had seemed repulsive, now, with it inside of her and sending her slowly into a frenzy, she felt like she wanted to build a shrine to the giant damn thing.
She began moving more quickly, now that she was used to him, now that her body had accommodated to his size. Another thing she’d never thought possible, that she could ever take that much inside of her, but here she was, riding him vigorously now, once again pushing her limits as to how much she could take.
Griz’s head tilted back and he was breathing heavily now. She started to smile, grabbing a hold of his shoulders, taking charge now. She was going to be the one to make him lose control. He was going to be the one who felt like he was getting a next level fucking.
The tempo continued to pick up, until she was breathing just as hard from exertion as from passion. She couldn’t stop herself now if she wanted to; Griz’s dick felt so good sliding in and out of her, she would’ve done anything to keep it going.
He began to writhe a little underneath of her, and then she felt it really building inside of her, and rode him even faster, pushing him in further, grabbing his shoulders harder. Nothing else mattered in the world except the extreme pleasure that was spiraling out of control within her.
Every muscle in her body began to clench as a massive orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her eyes clenched shut and she felt nothing but the waves, and then she heard Griz cry out and felt him release inside of her, the cum filling her up and making the pleasure even more intense in that crazed moment.
She shuddered a few times as the wave began to pass her by, and then slowly melted down on top of him, out of breath, spent, on the verge of passing out. Becca leaned forward onto Griz’s chest, too tired to even slide his dick out of her just yet.
He was breathing hard, but he said, “Well, at least you didn’t bite me that time.”
As tired as she was, she giggled and slapped him playfully on the chest.
After that, she let her mind fade into nothing as she basked in the afterglow. When she eventually came back into herself, Becca found her thoughts returning to Ripper and the events that had just transpired.
Here she was, comfortable and cozy with Griz, and she realized that this was where she wanted to be. This was who she wanted to be with. This man, this place, and this MC, if that was what being with Griz meant.
