Page 11 of Grave Obsession
I could eat her sweet pussy for days.
She screams as she comes so hard that her body arches from cool autumn ground. I know I said, “one more”but it’s not enough.Holding her hips in the air, I pull her clit into my mouth. Sucking hard, I flick it with the tip of my tongue. Her heels dig into my back, and she continues to cry out in pleasure.
“Grave… I can’t… It’s too mu—” Her protest is cut short as her entire body convulses in my arms. After releasing her swollen clit, I swirl my tongue around it a final time before placing a tender kiss against her cunt.
Oh, but I knew you could, cinnamon.
And you do it so fucking well.
Gently lowering her to the ground, I hook my fingers under the lace of her soaked panties, pull them down her legs, and toss them to the ground beside us. As I kneel between her thighs and admire her dripping cunt, I undo my pants and free my throbbing cock. Aligning my tip with her entrance, I fight the overwhelming urge to slam into her.And fully give into her dark fantasy.As much as I want to be inside of her and give her what I know she wants, I want to see those gorgeous hazel eyes staring at me when I finally get to sink into her.
Leaning over her, I pull at the rope to free her from the makeshift cuffs. The second her hands are free, she furiously tears at the hood covering her face. She pulls it from her head, and our eyes immediately lock onto each other’s. Our heavy breaths are the only noise breaking the silence, our stare is unwavering.
Kayce’s lower lip quivers, and she drags it between her teeth as her hands slide along my shoulders. A groan rattles from my lungs as she begins to trace over the ink on my chest. Her hands finally sliding over my skin feel amazing. Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust into her with a long, slow stroke. An adorable breathy grunt spills from her parted lips as I suddenly stretch and fill her.
“I’ve waited far too long to feel your tight fucking cunt wrapped around my cock,” I groan against her lips. They part for me eagerly. Staying buried deep inside of her—allowing her to adjust to my size—I take my time exploring her mouth. Her tongue massages against mine as she whimpers into my mouth.
Pulling back, I leave a trail of kisses down her neck as I pull her tits free from her strapless bra. Her breasts fill my hands as I roughly knead them and roll her taut nipples between my fingers. Licking across her ample cleavage, I suck both her nipples before returning my lips to hers.
I’ll give her what she wants tonight. I’ll fulfill her fantasy. But the next time I fuck her, I’m going to explore every fucking inch of her with my mouth and hands before sinking my cock into her.
Slowly thrusting deep into her tight pussy, I kiss her until we’re both breathless and she’s all but begging me to fuck her. When I wrap my hand around her throat, I squeeze just hard enough to constrict her blood flow as I pull back and slam my cock into her. “Don’t worry, cinnamon. I rememberevery detail of how my dirty little whore wants to be fucked.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KAYCE
With his hands tightly encircling my throat, Grave plows into me so hard it almost hurts.And I fucking love it. He takes me exactly the way I described my fantasy to him. His pace is punishingly relentless, and I can already feel my release building in the pit of my stomach.
Everything about this is surreal. I can’t believe he’s here.With me.That a man that looks likehim—and fuck, does he look good—can’t get enough ofmybody.
“You aren’t a good girl, are you?” he snarls as he continues to thrust into me from his knees. Gripping my hips, he drives into me even harder. Staring up at him, I push my fingers into my mouth. After sucking at them and thoroughly coating them with my saliva, I reach between my spread thighs and rub them over my clit. Grave stares down at where our bodies meet, watching me vigorously thrum over my tender, swollen clit.
“No,” he smirks and shakes his head before grunting through thrusts, “Good girls don’t fuck like this. Do they?”
“No…” I pant.
“Then what does that make you?”
“A dirty… a dirty girl.” I struggle to speak through his tight hold around my throat as I teeter on the edge of my orgasm. “Your… dirty… your dirty whore.”
“That’s right.” he rubs his thumb over my lower lip and presses it into my mouth. I suckle on it as he stares at me with pride, “Mydirty fucking whore.”
His cock, my strumming fingers, and his deliciously dirty mouth throw me over the edge. My orgasm tears through me, and my silent screams vibrate against Grave’s firm grip around my throat. Not releasing his firm hold on me as I ride out my high, he groans, “Fuck! My dirty little whore feels good. Squeezing so fucking tightly around my cock when you come.”
Barely missing a stroke, Grave pulls back and flips me onto my stomach. He pulls my ass into the air and shoves my face toward the ground as he drives back into me. With a firm grip on my hips, he drags me over his length, demanding, “Slam that beautiful, big ass against me as you take my cock.”
Driving my hips backward, I violently meet each of his thrusts as he repeatedly bottoms out inside of me. He gathers my hair and wraps it around his fist, pulling it taut and forcing me to arch my back. When he thrusts again, he hits every nerve from the new angle, and acracked whimper falls from my lips. I come for him again and again, every bit of me satiated and approaching exhaustion as he continues to drive into me without abandon.
“You’re such a good little whore for me,” Grave pants from behind me. “So fucking good that I’m going to fill this tight fucking hole with my cum. My dirty girl would like that, wouldn’t she?”
“Yes,” I blurt out my answer, not caring about any potential consequences. I want him to claim me. I want him to finish in me like he’s promised so many nights before. “Come in me. Fill my pussy. Please.” I beg. “I want to feel you dripping from me.”
“Oh, fuck. You’re so fucking needy for my cum that I want to fill you day and night.” His cock grows more rigid inside me as he drives through a few more strokes. With a guttural groan, he spills himself inside of me. Using his hold on my hair, he drags me up to his chest and pulls my mouth toward his. This kiss is tired and sloppy, both of us clearly exhausted. Pulling back, his lips vibrate against mine. “You’re so fucking perfect, cinnamon.”
Resting against his body, I know we need to get up and get dressed. It’s far too cold to sleep out here in the elements, but I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. As I take in his gorgeous face, I stare into his eyes and wearily dust my fingers along his rugged jawline, still trying to convince myself he’s real. Fearing that I’m going to fall asleep against my will, my voice sounds panicked when I say, “Grave…”
“Don’t worry, cinnamon. I’ve been watching you for months.” He strokes my hair and continues to hold me against the warmth of his body. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”