AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"I trust you, Gray. From the beginning. The difference is, now I'm certain it's justified." True words. In the beginning, there had been no rational explanation for the trust between us—it had just been there.
Now…
"If that's the case," I muttered, letting my hand glide over her butt, grabbing and releasing, watching as the imprint instantly vanished. "I'm relying on you to speak up if we reach any of your limits."
She nodded. "Of course. But do you really think I can't handle what you're going to do to me?"
In response, I let my hand smack her ass, feeling her skin heat up slightly under the blow.
The noise that escaped her mouth was not one of pain. So I did it again, satisfied that the imprint of my hand was now slightly raised from her skin. I was far from intending any serious harm, but knowing she would carry a mark from me on her body for a while was a good start. Eventually, she would carry a part of me inside her, and that knowledge would do entirely different things to me.
"Is that all you've got?" Amelia challenged as I lazily traced my fingers over her ass.
My eyebrow shot up. "It's just the beginning."
"Ruin me."
Was it an invitation? A desire? A command? Whatever it was, it prompted me to clasp her neck and pull her back, flipping her so that she landed on her back on the mattress. At the same time, I got out of bed and grabbed her hands so I could pull them toward me.
Her head naturally hung over the edge. From below, she looked up at me with an expression I wouldn't soon forget.
"You know what to do."
For the second time that night, her mouth enveloped my cock. Sensual. Seductive. Full of enthusiasm. I leaned over her, spreading her legs. With one hand, I caressed the inside of her thigh, feeling how wet she was. Then I moved higher and let a finger glide through her middle, teasing her entrance until I felt her moan against my erection.
She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Eventually, her hips jerked toward me, and as I placed my other hand on her neck, I could feel just how perfectly she took me.
Watching her struggle to maintain her position, yet still ambitious enough to keep trying. Hearing her gagging herself repeatedly and feeling her get even more aroused because she liked being used by me in this way—all of it had my self-control hanging by a thread.
Casting aside my previous resolution, I let a finger slide into her. Cursing, I closed my eyes—the way she clung to me expressed her desire without saying a word.
"Amelia," I growled in disbelief, still captivated by how we were interacting. "I want you to fuck my hand. But don't you dare come. I want to be inside you first, and that won't happen until you beg for it. So think carefully about what you're doing."
Immediately, she started moving her hips. My finger entered her, then slipped out, clearly not enough to satisfy her as her reluctant moans escaped around me.
"Poor thing," I murmured. "It would be so easy, but you are so stubborn."
I moved my hand from her neck to her breasts and began to play with them.
"Or do you prefer me fucking your pretty face instead of your desperate, wet cunt?"
Part of me waited for the moment when she would tell me it was too much. Too much degradation, too much edging, too much control. It didn't come. Instead, her skilled tongue nearly drove me insane.
Just before she came, I withdrew my hand, though I enjoyed watching her ride my hand desperately, searching for her next climax. I sat up, grabbed her head, and took control. I made her gasp for air before claiming her mouth again, taking her breath away, always on the verge of coming deep in her throat because she felt so good. Because everything that was happening felt so good.
As I pulled away again, she took a deep breath, rested her hand on my thigh, and looked up at me with makeup-smeared eyes.
Yes, Amelia really enjoyed being my slut when I wasn't making her feel like a princess.
"Please," she gasped and swallowed. "Please fuck me already, Gray. Give me your cock. I need… it. You. All of it. Fuck, please."
I smirked at her, one hand under her head to give her some support. "Didn't I tell you that you would beg eventually?"
"And I did," she said. Was that fear in her eyes that it might not be enough for me? She begged me again. "So give me what I deserve."
I did us both a favor, sat her up, and turned her around so she could wrap her legs around me again and I could press her hands above her head, now resting back on the pillows, into the mattress.
I leaned down and glided my lips across her neck up to her ear.
