Chapter 26: Kali

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KALI

I n my dreams, I'm back in my cabin. Nothing about this dream of mine is like my real life, though.

Griffin is here, for one thing. And looking at me like he can't imagine a life without me in it.

The fire is burning brightly in the stove, and we're stretched out before it, our sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, keeping the chill at bay.

The smattering of dark hair on Griffin's chest tickles my back as he presses closer to me, his hard muscles moving, as he reaches over my hip and strokes my clit, oh so slowly.

Rolling my hips to add to the sensations, to encourage him to give me more, my tight core sings. When he rubs harder, I gasp, arching my back to give him better access to my neck.

Soft kisses pepper my shoulder and clavicle as he licks and nibbles his way up to that spot behind my ear that I love so much. My pussy floods with wetness, ready for him to sink deep inside and stretch me wide open.

"Mine." He growls against my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth, adding a little pain to my pleasure.

When he sinks his middle finger deep inside me, I cry out, bucking against his hand, seeking more friction, which he obligingly provides, adding a second finger, then a third and curling them to stroke the front wall of my channel, finding that spot that makes my toes curl in ecstasy.

Griffin's naked, his hard length is resting between us, cradled against my ass. As his fingers move, he rocks himself against me, moaning as I push back harder, wanting him to get something out of this, too.

"Mmm. Griffin," I mumble, suddenly feeling anxious and overwhelmed as warmth spreads throughout my body, radiating inwards from my hands and feet. My pussy clenches, ready to let go, and let me fall over the edge.

"Mine." He repeats, more aggressively this time.

I melt, parting to let him slip his thick cock between my legs.

He's not inside me, but as we rock together, his cock slides against my dripping wet pussy and between my thighs.

Clamping down around him, I let him feel just what he does to me as my slick coats him.

He groans in pleasure, but my body aches with need.

I want him inside me. I crave it. It's primal and all-consuming. Angling my hips to encourage him where I want him to go, he ignores me.

Thrust after thrust, he taunts me, knowing what I want but denying me. His cock slips along my entrance but never dips inside. He's up on one elbow, admiring the view, as he disappears repeatedly between my thighs and the seam of my ass, all glistening from my juices.

Reaching back, I grip him in my hand, and he groans as he thrusts through my palm, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through my body.

He's on the edge, about to lose control, but holds himself back.

I feel powerful and sexy, and more than anything, I want to break him. Stroking him slowly between us, I position him at my pussy, bending at the hips, so he has perfect access to every part of me.

His hand strokes gently over my hip and down my thigh before he shoves my knee higher so he can see me spread wide.

"Fuck. FUCK," he mutters, out of breath, sounding like he should resist, but can't.

When I arch my back and push back an inch, impaling myself onto the tip of his cock, letting him feel my warmth pulse around him, that's it. He's done. Rolling me forward so I'm somewhere between lying on my side and my belly, he pushes my leg higher and palms my ass, squeezing hard, before covering me with his bulk.

Griffin's hot breath dances up my back as he licks the column of my spine. Using his teeth to pin me in place, he grips my shoulder firmly in his jaw but doesn't bite down. He lifts my hips just enough to slide a hand under me and strums my clit, keeping my body begging for more.

"Yes." I whimper, reduced to a pleading mess by the man pressing me into the mattress with his chest firmly against my back. I remain still, frozen in place, my juices dripping out of me with anticipation.

"My Kali," he whispers.

With one sure thrust, his cock fills me, and I gasp, my fingers scratching against the sheets as he stretches me wide. It feels so good, so right, to be taken by him like this. I feel overwhelmed, but powerful. I know he's driven as wild by me as I am by him.

Stretching an arm back over my shoulder, I grip the back of his neck, keeping him pressed tight to me as he thrusts again, in and out, faster and faster. I feel every scratch of his stubble against my back and each flex of his muscles against my body as he drives into me, over and over.

"So good. So, fucking good." He chants, each word punctuating the sound of his hips slapping against my ass.

My mind is a scrambled mess, and I'm barely able to keep a coherent thought in my brain. It's consumed by Griffin. The feel of him. The smell of him. It's like he's a drug flowing through my veins. I want more.

All I know is pleasure as he powers into me, each snap of his hips threatening to shove me off the blankets onto the cold floor. I hook my foot around his ankle to keep us anchored together as he growls against my neck, biting down harder, as my cries become louder and more desperate.

Suddenly, he wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me roughly to my hands and knees before ramming into my quivering pussy even harder.

I throw a shaky hand out to brace myself against the headboard so we don't slide up the bed.

Griffin rubs my clit harder, adding a swivel of his hips to each hard thrust, growling and snarling against my ear, and I'm gone.

Screaming his name into the darkness, my pussy clamps down around him, each wave of my climax bringing another flutter of my walls, sweeping him along with me.

He empties deep inside me, and the feel of his cock jerking with each jet of cum triggers another mini orgasm, and I cry out, completely overwhelmed.

Panting hard and enjoying the feel of his slippery chest resting against my back, I tangle my fingers with his on the shredded sheets and smile, content with his soothing caresses.