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I can’t even deny it from myself.
“Sit,” I command while gently pressing on her shoulder to encourage her to do as I demand. She sits a few steps from the landing with her knees together, attempting to cover herself.
Kneeling down where I stand, I grip her knees and pull them apart, “You were made for my pleasure. Open your legs like a good little pet. Let me see and taste what’s mine.”
Gripping her thighs, I spread her wide with urgency, forcing her to fall back to her elbows. I delve my face into her sweet, pink cunt as my hands remain where they are, holding her open for me. The breathy moan that billows over her lips travels straight to my cock.
I need fucking more…
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
ABIGAIL
Grant pins my thighs open, the lip of the stair digging into my back as he feasts on me as though he is absolutely ravenous.
My fingers slide through his hair, damp with sweat, trying to push him away to decrease the pressure at which he is able to lick at my pussy. Snarling, he pulls against my grip and only sucks harder on my clit. Gripping his hair with both hands, I try to pull him from me as he forces me to come again.
Barely lifting his face from between my thighs, he growls, “Don’t ever deny me what is mine, kitten. Or the next punishment might not be as enjoyable.”
His words are immediately followed by a firm lick of my clit with the flat of his tongue. As he licks diligently at me, I gasp and my back arches off the steps as he presses his fingers inside of me. Drastically slowing the pace of his tongue, he works them both in tandem. Slowly teasing me toward another orgasm.
I hate how much I love his touch.
And how he knows exactly how to please and tease me.
“Scream for me kitten,” his words purr over my clit as he vastly increases the speed at which his fingers drive and curl inside me. His tongue immediately follows suit, hurtling me toward yet another orgasm. Sliding my fingers back into his graying hair, I tug hard, trying to pull him closer as I grind my clit against his tongue.
He groans as I continue to pull him into me. Even if his groans are from pain, they don’t cause him to relent in the least. If anything, he only swirls his tongue faster, demanding I give him what he wants.
There is no fighting it, screams of pleasure tremble over my lips just as he commanded.
“Such a good little pet,” he lifts his face, covered in my arousal, and releases his firm grip on my thighs. Gripping my hips, he forces me onto my hands and knees. I struggle to keep my face from crashing into the steps beneath me as he tears the robe from me.
Clutching my throat, he pulls me upright onto my knees. I wince at the lack of cushion the hardwood beneath me provides. The silk of my robe passes over my face and Grant’s voice is gruff when he commands, “Open wide for me.”
As I open my mouth, the belt passes between my lips, and Grant pulls it tight as he ties a knot at the nape of my neck.
“Hands,” his voice is deep, sultry, and his commanding tone is almost hypnotic. I lift my hand, and he roughly pulls it behind my neck. The silk wraps around my wrist, securing it behind my head.
“I said hands.” The bare skin of my ass stings as he slaps it. I raise my free hand and willingly place it at the nape of my neck. Grant wastes no time binding it with the other. The remaining tail of the robe falls down my back, followed by Grant’s fingers trailing down my spine between them.
“This just won’t do,” Grant’s arms slip around my waist, and he lifts me from the stairs. Carrying me a few feet, he sets me on the hardwood floor of the foyer and steps before me.
As he pulls the sweaty shirt from his body, he kicks his sneakers from his feet and pulls off his socks. With no fear of the hired help walking in on us, he shoves his shorts to the floor. I watch him stroke his already hardened length as he kicks them away.
Stepping to my face, he continues to fist himself while rubbing his tip against my lips. He grips my chin and presses himself into my mouth, as deep as the gag will allow. The saltiness from the residual sweat of his run assaults my tongue.
Yet, I wish I could take more of him into my mouth and please him the way he likes.
“Does my kitten need my cock?” he smirks as I struggle to wrap my lips around his shaft. Continuing to fight against the gag in my mouth, spittle rolls down my chin when he pulls himself from my mouth.
Walking behind me, he kneels between my feet. He rubs his wet tip against my entrance before pressing himself into me. My head is forcibly pulled back as he wraps the strands of the silk belt around his fist, pulling my head to his shoulder.
“I’m going to fuck you hard. Without mercy. Like I fucking own you,” he gravelly whispers in my ear. “And you’re going to take every last inch of my cock until I’m done withmycunt.”
Using the grip on the bindings at the nape of my neck and a firm hand on my hip, Grant forces me to bend at the waist. His forearm rests on my back, keeping me bent over, he pulls on the silk—driving into me as he pulls me into him. He continues to yank me backward over his length, relentlessly driving into me. Every thrust deep and savage.
