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“Arghhh. Goddammit.”
“That’s all right, baby. Come for me, Grey.”
“Grab my balls.”
“Like this?”
“Squeeze. Damn it.Yes.”
“A little harder, Grey? Did Heath fist you like this? What if I squeeze the head just like this and twist my hand around your balls just . . . like . . .”
When he recovered from a powerful racking tremor, he clamped his teeth together and snared her wrist in his hand. He’d regained himself. His control.
Trembling from frustration and lust, Toni leaned to flick her tongue across a taut brown nipple. A muffled sound wrenched up his throat at her hungry suckling, but then he took her in his grip and dragged her to the bed.
He deposited her there and walked to the nightstand, his stance a warrior’s challenge, demanding submission. His voice was a dry rasp as he pulled something out of a drawer. “You know what I think? I think you just want to be full. Every little crevice in you.” She sensed his need to control something, to control her, her lust, and she appeased. Appeased him, appeased her own need and turmoil.
She lifted her embroidered dress up to her ribs and waited on the bed on all fours, ready, so ready, totally open to him. Grey came over to slip the dildo into her panties, and she gasped as he pushed it inside her pussy. How easily it went right in. How cruelly he smiled, mocking her shivers of bliss when he slapped the panty back in place. The fabric held it inside her. The silicone balls of the toy were upside down and nestled against her clit, and then Grey aligned himself behind her and shoved aside her panties at the back.
“I keep forgetting you want this all day, every day. If you want cock, sweetheart, that’s what you’re going to get. Every minute of the day, I’m going to give you cock.”
She wrapped her arms around her pillow, opened her mouth on it, licking it as though it were something else as she waited for him to take her.Then he was there; hot, hard, long. Opening her.
“Take it up your ass,Toni—and screw that dick in your pussy.”
She made an mmm sound, because his flesh tearing through her felt so good. Good pain. Delicious, straining pain. Her breath grew choppy, his grip tightened on her hips as he pushed, but his turgid flesh left her all too soon.
“Don’t!” she protested.
When he burrowed in again, he advanced through the tightness with ruthless purpose, wrenching a yelp from her that was part pain, part ecstasy.
“Tell me whose stick you have in your pretty derriere,Toni.”
Pain ricocheted through her body, spiraling a million other sensations of pleasure in her. She panted, the silicone balls giving delicious ease to her clit as she wormed back her hips to take more of him
, more in her ass, more pain, more of his punishment.“It’s yours, Grey.You’re inside me.”
He thrust all the way in. Her pillow muffled her scream, a scream of rapture and agony, and it made him pause.
“Am I hurting you?”
Her body hugged every inch of his—it squeezed, clamped, sucked greedily at his flesh. It made him jerk inside her. It made her want to explode with heat.
“I want it,” she sobbed, clutching the pillow tighter to her neck and face. “I need this from you.” She was wild for it, craved this tearing pain from him, for it brought the sharpest pleasure.
“Then squeal for me.” He withdrew, stabbed her fast and deep, and a whimper tore out of her.
He eased up a little, retreating to the head. “I wanted to be here.” His voice was like ice on sandpaper, his hands warm, slipping downward and kneading her ass cheeks.“I desperately wanted to be here. In this hot, tight, sweet little ass.”
She had wanted him here. She’d been frightened out of her wits, but Heath had taken care of that, too. And now she enjoyed feeling crammed up to her throat, gloried in the blinding, deafening pressure of him moving along the tight passage. “Grey—oh, god!” she cried as he rammed her hips with his. They both jolted with pleasure, their heads rolling helplessly; his went forward to hers, hers went back to him.
Making a grating sound of ecstasy, he swiveled his hips, extracting himself. He plunged next with a growl, making her scream as he plugged her with his long, rigid extension so thoroughly she thought he’d embedded himself inside her forever. But then he moved—in and out, in and out.
They had never made so much noise.
They were drowning in pleasure; both of them in pain, both of them experiencing excruciating pleasure, both of them torn in two by this mating and by their changing circumstances.
Grey needed it; she needed it. A pain of the body that matched their insides.
