Page 76 of Fallen to Thievery
“No, baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard, so good, you’ll only seemyface if another man ever touches you. You’ll be thinking ofmeif another woman’s tongue slides between your folds. God, baby, you’ll feel my dick, instead of your fingers, each time you think to pleasure yourself. I will be all there is, Princess. Only me.”
Fuck, maybe I wanted that.
He eased off my neck, bringing my hands up behind my back. He pinned my arms with just one hand. I tried to turn over again, but he used hisbodyweight to hold me down, his legs still straddling my hips. I couldn’t move. Panic struck me again.
Grayson gripped my hip with his other hand and tugged hard, bringing my ass up, flush against his hard dick. He nudged my legs apart, his thighs keeping me from closing them.
I was trapped.
“God, Ava, look at you. So pretty like this. Restrained and arched for me.”
His words had heat flushing through me, settling between my thighs. He unbuttoned my pants, and slipped his hand in. He circled my clit slowly, a whimper escaping me. Was it because I was crying or because I liked it? I still wasn’t sure if I wanted it or not. It didn’t matter as Grayson’s fingers continued their onslaught. When I was on the precipice of sweet release, he stopped.
My body moving of its own accord, bucked against his hand in protest. “Grayson,” I moaned, the sound turning into a gasp as he roughly yanked my pants over my backside. My insides froze.
His calloused hand glided over my bare ass. The stark difference between his warm hand and the freezing air had me shivering. Or maybe it was fear. Maybe it was want.
His hand dropped between us, where I was still pressed to his front. My breathing stopped as I felt his hand move against my exposed backside, unbuckling his belt.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you, Ava. From the first time I laid eyes on you. I wanted to let your hair down from that uptight bun and wrap it around my fist.”
His words confused me. I wanted to tell him that my hair was down the day he took me, but he had pulled his pants down, letting his dick spring free against my ass. I moaned at the feel of it, wiggled against it, earning a groan from him.
There was no doubt in my mind whether I wanted this anymore. If I couldn’t have him right now, I might die.
“But fuck, baby,” he continued. “Not even my wildest fantasies can hold a candle to the real you. Your smell, your taste. How soft and tight your pussy feels around my cock. Jesus, fuck…” Grayson breathed. He guided his tip to my entrance, and I was vibrating with want. I tried to push back onto him, but his grip on my arms was so tight, I only managed an inch, still, it had my eyes rolling back.
“You are a glorious thing.”
He stilled for a while, and I wanted to scream out in frustration. But then Grayson slammed into me, hard and fast. I yelped in shock. I had never felt anything like it. It was pain and pleasure coiled so tightly together, I couldn’t tell where one started or ended.
“Breathe, baby,” Grayson murmured, pushing my ponytail back, out of my face.
Fuck. I had stopped breathing. I sucked air into my lungs and tried to calm my spiralling mind. The feel of him inside me consumed me. Graysonheld still, giving my body time to adjust to him, but by the grip he had on my hip, the slight tremor in his fingers, I knew it was an effort.
His hand came around me again, teasing at my clit until I was ready to come undone. But he stopped right before my orgasm hit. I was panting and fuming and almost begging. Then he moved in me. He pulled out of me, oh so slowly, then slammed back into me. It was the closest I’ve come to heaven yet. With a mumbled, “Fuck, Ava,” he let loose. He held me down, thrusting into me so hard, I struggled to keep air in my lungs. Not that I needed air. I just needed him. The sounds of our bodies colliding echoed through the woods, mingled with moans and whimpers I didn’t even know I was making.
I felt my orgasm build from deep inside as he continued to fuck me senseless. My vision went blurry with the pure pleasure that radiated through my body each time he crashed into me. All my attention was honed to that sweet spot he was hitting inside me, that had my toes curling. The rest of the world fell away.
Just as I was about to come undone, he stopped. I didn’t know how he knew I was about to fall over the edge, but he did. And he stopped, pulling out of me. I almost screamed at the loss—the loss of him, the loss of my pleasure. It was the third time he kept me from orgasming. I was squirming, trying to get to him, trying to get free from him, but I couldn’t move.
He chuckled breathlessly at my struggle. The deep sound of it washed through me, stoking flames of anger and desire. Tears prickled at my lidsagain. This was brutal fucking torture. I teetered between calling him the foulest of names and begging for him.
“Want more, baby?” he teased, but I had already lost all sense of self-respect.
“Yes, you fucking bastard. Yes.Please. Just fuck me,” I begged shakily.
“Hmmm,” he rumbled, enjoying my words, the sound reverberating through my bones. I could barely see him from the way he held me down, but I was so in tuned with him that I could feel his every breath, his every movement, no matter how small. I swear I could even taste his lust in the air, swirling around me in a purple haze. He was all there was. My world started and stopped with him.
“Whatever my princess wants…” He thrusted back into me, making me gasp for air, my whole body a trembling mess.
Fuck.No one has ever felt this good inside me. I knew in this moment, that I would beg, lie, cheat, steal.Gods, maybe even kill for this man. I couldn’t explain, even to myself, the chokehold he had on me. On my body. My heart. My fucking soul.
I fell apart, while he kept me together one agonising thrust at a time, slowing, teasing, each time my orgasm neared. He kept me on the edge of bliss, so torturously good, until he himself couldn’t hold on anymore. His thrusts deepened, fucking me hard, yet slow. His steady rhythm finally allowed me over the precipice, and my mind and body spiralled through the most absolute pleasure I had ever felt. Grayson was no man, I decided, as I screamed his name. No, he fucked like a god.
We collapsed onto the forest floor, trembling, panting.
I felt like I was glowing. My soul radiated pure bliss. I had never felt this thoroughly satiated. Then again, I had never been this thoroughly fucked before. And for the most part, we were still completely dressed.
