Chapter 13

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 like him—and fuck, does he look good— can't get enough of my body.

"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, " My dirty 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 a cracked 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."

If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up…