Page 113 of The Cabin

I pull off him with a loud smack of my lips and his cock bounces onto his stomach. “And if I don’t?”

His breathing is erratic and he’s having trouble thinking straight. If it wasn’t so sexy, it’d be cute.

I never get my answer because I somehow end up face towards the ceiling, laying on the counter, Grayson pulling me towards the edge so he can stand in between my legs.

I hear one of the kitchen drawers open and close, a buzzing sound making my skin feel hot. “Grayson, what are you – hoooooolllly fuck!” My body turns into mush in front of him, squirming and seizing up as he drags a vibrator up and down my slit.

“Your cunt is so pretty, Sol. So fucking pretty.” He reaches for my hand and brings it down between my legs, wrapping it around the toy. “Make yourself feel good, baby.”

The drawer opens and closes again, but I hardly notice because all I can focus on is the heat climbing and climbing up my body. The vibrations are doing crazy, crazy things to me. “Play with your nipples.” It’s too much. It’s way too much, but I don’t stop. I’m lost in the sensation.

My eyes fly open. “Grayson, what–” He presses my hand down more firmly, causing the vibrator to get more intense on my clit. He spits and puts two fingers inside me, dragging my juices out.

There’s a new sensation added to the mix. I seize up. Oh my god!

I hear him growl in appreciation. “Look at how fucking perfect your asshole looks filled with my toys. Fuck, baby. I love seeing you filled like this.”

There is no time to decide if I like the feeling or not. Grayson pulls me closer and slams into me. My scream can probably be heard all the way in town. “GRAYSON! Oh my fucking god. You’re fucking insane.”

He looks at me with a gleam in his eye. “I’m crazy about you, that’s for sure.”

His thrusts are brutal and they jostle both of the toys in a way that has me in a serious panic that I’m going to pass out. My blood feels like TV static and I cannot fucking breathe.

My hand has fallen off my breast in favor of trying to hang on to the counter. I am just barely keeping the vibrator held in the right place. “I get so hard watching your tits bounce, Sol. Your perfect pink nipples always so hard and calling out to me.” The force in which he pinches them has me crying out again and again. The more I buck off the counter, the more he pounds into me and the deeper the toy in my asshole gets. I’m definitely going to pass out.

One hand stays on my breast, massaging and tweaking and playing, and the other slides up to shove three fingers in my mouth. “FUCK. So fucking perfect, baby. Completely filled under me. Every fucking hole. You’ve got my fingers down your gorgeous fucking throat. Your cunt is milking my cock, holding it like a vice. And I’ve got my toy,” he abandons my breast and grabs the toy in my ass, swirling it in circles, making me dizzy, “in your tight little asshole.”

He kisses my stomach, in between my breasts, and on the side of my mouth against his fingers, causing me to gag on him. “That’s right baby, choke on my fingers. Feel how good I fill you. Come knowing that this body is mine and that I’m going to fill it every day for the rest of your life.”

I sob and scream and moan against his fingers, tears streaming down my face. I come so hard it hurts and I am absolutely hysterical as he continues thrusting, as he traps the vibrator against my clit. “You are the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I love you so fucking much. I didn’t have a fucking clue what love was until I met you.”

He’s unrelenting, overstimulating me and pounding into me. He feels so good. Too good. Way too good. “I’m taking one more, baby. Be a good girl and come for me again.”

I’m thrashing my head back and forth under his fingers but he just sticks them down further to keep me in place. I lose my vision for a second or two when he switches the speed on the toy at my clit to go faster, his thrusts become crazed and I slap my hands on the island when he starts fucking me with the toy in my ass. In and out. In and –

Every single muscle in my body contracts. Every hair on my body stands up. Every hole I have spasms and clenches up and I can’t even scream. Can’t even sob. I am a prisoner in my own body, getting absolutely destroyed by the pleasure Grayson is causing. By the pain he’s causing. Pulse after pulse after pulse.

He chucks the vibrator on the floor and reaches under to grip my ass cheeks, using them to impale me on his dick one more time before he’s roaring above me. He moans so long I feel a mini orgasm sweep over me.

I watch him as he pulls out and becomes transfixed watching between my legs. I can’t move. I can’t push myself up on my elbows to see him better. I just take in the hunger, the possession dancing in his eyes. When he’s finally had his fill, his gaze sets me on fire, all the way up my body until he meets my eyes. “There are no words to describe how I feel about you.” His arms encircle me and bring me to his chest. I am limp against him. I can’t even be sure I’m breathing. I genuinely can’t tell if my lungs are working or not.

His mouth moves over me, so gentle. Every touch feels like a zap. I am so wrung out.

He kisses me long and slow. He kisses me until I forget what year it is. Until I am whimpering against his lips.

Pulling away he whispers, “You are a dream come true, Sol. You are more than I could have ever imagined. I have no fucking clue what I did to deserve you, but I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life trying to earn it. I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. I can barely breathe around you. I’m yours. And you’re fucking mine, baby.”

My blinks are getting very heavy. “I think you killed me.”

Chapter 29

“Back up, Jack! The last time I let you touch me you nearly killed me.”

It’s a beautiful, breezy, lazy Wednesday and I have the windows open in front of my reading nook. My book has magically found its way to the floor and Grayson so conveniently is standing right in front of me, ready to sub in. (Sports! Go team!)

“Listen! We had to check the last two things off our list. What did you want me to do?”

“Sorry, your ‘surprises’ were sex toys?” He nods very enthusiastically. “That you bought on the fifth day of knowing me?”

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