AllFreeNovel
Share Us
With one hand still clasped around my throat, Gray moves the other to my hip, squeezing the bone until I whimper. Then he trails searing fingers down my thigh to my knee, lifting my leg and moving it around his hip.
“Are you going to lie to me again and tell me you don’t like this?” he asks.
I consider doing just that. The denial of how good and familiar it feels, but I don’t. “No,” I say, breathily. “I won’t lie to you.”
Desperate to feel him closer, I stop fighting him, and eagerly let him move me however he wants. And when he rolls his hips so his cock grazes my core, I throw my arms around his neck and moan.
“Yes,Gray. Yes.”
This is what I need. Him to take over, so I don’t have to think. For him to just make me feel.
“I told myself I’d make your ass so red the only white part left will be my handprint,” he rasps. His words make my blood run cold, but it’s quickly morphing into pleasure when he grinds his hardness against me again. “But I’ll wait. This isn’t the time for that.”
Even though I’m not sure I’d be able to handle a spanking, I’m still disappointed at the prospect of not getting one.
“What if I want you to?” I ask.
He chuckles. “That’s even more reason to wait, Princess. You’ve been a bad girl.”
The goading words aren’t what’s catching my attention. It’s the way he looks at me, like he’s imagining losing me. He closes his eyes as a shudder runs through his body.
“Don’t fight me right now, Princess.” It’s almost a plea.
“I won’t,” I say, cupping his face between both my hands. “Take what you want from me. I promise I want it too.”
As though my words are the key to the shackles he’s used to bind his volatile nature, he growls menacingly. Then he claims my lips again, flexing his hand around my throat while using the other to roughly push my yoga pants down.
I let out a mixture of a moan and gasp when he savagely cups my weeping cunt. Despite all the time that’s passed, my body comes alive at his touch. I gyrate my hips, seeking a friction and fullness only he can give me.
“Say it,” he demands. His fingers graze my pussy lips, but he doesn’t do more than that. “I want to hear you ask me for it.”
My eyes fall closed, my breathing rapid. “Touch me, Gray.”
“Look at me and ask for my fingers in your cunt, Princess.”
As I open my eyes and peer up at him through my lashes, I want to give him what he’s asking for. What he needs. But when I open my mouth, the words get stuck in my throat. “I-I… please… I want…” I stutter, acting like a Victorian virgin on her wedding night rather than someone who’s been fucked in every imaginable way by this man.
Gray’s expression softens. “Repeat after me. I want your fingers in my cunt.”
“I want your fingers in my cunt,” I say, echoing him.
“Please finger fuck me.”
Again, I repeat the words. “Finger fuck me, Gray. Please.”
He growls. “So fucking pliable when you want to be. How can I deny you when you beg so sweetly?”
Instead of dragging it out, he parts my folds with his fingers, easing two into me. Despite wanting—craving—this, my cunt squeezes around his fingers, and my breath saws out of me. I keep my eyes open, needing to remind myself that this is Gray and that I want it as much as he does.
“You okay?” he asks, worry making his eyebrows draw together, creating a crevice between them.
“I… I…” I pant through the onslaught of emotions. “Give me a minute.”
Gray halts his movement, his fingers only half inside of me. Then he slams his lips to mine, and the taste of him makes it easier to focus on him—us.
His tongue skillfully wrestles mine into submission, and we lick at each other. My hands tangle in the messy waves of his hair, pulling on the roots until he growls into my mouth.
When I’m so lost in the sensation of our kiss, he pushes his fingers all the way inside me. “Fuck,” I moan, almost biting his tongue.
