28. Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Anna

" W hat?"

Toby grunts and lifts, his arms sliding beneath my bent knees and around my shoulders. "Nothing, just go back to sleep."

I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me. He could carry me out into the snow and I wouldn't give a damn about it simply because he's lifted me when no one else I've known since I was an adult has.

This has to be a dream.

The thought makes my insides feel all fluttery and gooey as he sets me on the mattress and settles in behind me. His arms are void of their previously clammy nature when he wraps them around me, his chest meeting my back, the bare spots around my bralette tingling.

That's gotta be a good sign.

"You feeling better?" I mumble, almost too distracted by the skin to skin contact.

"All thanks to you." I feel the gruffness of his words tease over my ear, and I shudder.

"Good …"

I'm not sure how long I lie there, focusing on his even breathing and staring off into the nighttime, before I realize his arms have stopped trembling and his presence just feels lighter.

As if there's a weight that's been lifted from him.

I'm not fooled into believing he's cured . There is no cure for addiction and trauma that has gone unchecked for so long. Or terrible habits that have taken over a life. There is no switch that means it's all over now.

But for the moment. This moment. There is peace in him.

I'll take as many of those as I can get.

"Mama," Toby murmurs against my neck, bathing me in his minty breath, the arm around my stomach tightening. "Tell me you're awake."

"Depends." I snicker and angle my head in his direction, but I can't see him through the darkness.

"This a good enough reason?"

Toby's lower half moves and something jabs me in the butt cheek.

" Jeffers ," I squeal and tap his arm when he bumps me again. "That better not be what I think it is."

His husky growl is enough to shut me up. "Why not?" His erection presses into my butt and stays there. "Not like it wasn't already buried in your throat."

I suck in a breath at the reminder. "We shouldn't, Toby," I whisper.

"Mmm," he rasps. "You don't sound very convincing."

I'm not. Not at all convinced that this is a terrible idea when all I want to do is let him bury that thick length inside me, if only to ease the throbbing he's caused.

If only to ease the ache he created.

I cry out when he grinds against me, teasing me, testing me.

"Tell me to stop, Mama, and I will."

Toby leans up, and I fall back against the mattress in his absence. His body curls around me, his length still rutting against me, his hand grasping my hip.

"Anna, say something."

My lips pop open with a breathy gasp when his hand shifts to the inside of my thigh. I know that I should stop this. Yet, I can't.

I can't get myself to utter anything except, "Something."

He snorts. "That's not a no ."

I'm flat on my back before I can blink, with my pants torn down my legs and a growl reverberating around the room when his hands meet my bare hips. "No panties? Were you waiting for me to find you bare, naughty girl?"

No amount of biting my lip can hold back the whimper because while I didn't intend to leave myself without undergarments, maybe subconsciously, I was hopeful.

Was I?

"Maybe …"

Toby hums at my admission and moves between my knees.

His skin is a stark contrast to the white blanket surrounding him, his hand unmistakably reaching for his already exposed length.

"Like what you see?"

He smirks at me and raises something to his mouth.

"Play with that juicy cunt, Mama. Get it ready for me."

I gasp when his vulgar words twinge my lower stomach and immediately I obey. The ache is almost unbearable as I dive between the folds.

I'm incredibly wet .

"That's it. Spread it all around."

I follow his husky instruction, all the while keeping my sight trained on his movements.

The wrapper in his hand tears against his teeth, and he arches his head to spit half of it out.

"Look at me," he demands, and I listen. "Eyes on me when you play with yourself." My lips part in a pant as I do, and he adds, "Now finger that wet cunt for me."

I gasp and slip a digit inside.

The hum of his approval makes me throb as he grips his shaft. "I wanna see two fingers knuckle deep. Work yourself open for me."

His graveled demands have a wave of wetness building between my legs.

" Toby ," I whimper when my second finger slides inside, and I curl them to meet that special button that has my eyes rolling back.

"Don't come," he demands roughly on a pant. "Your next orgasm is mine, Anna, and it's going to be around my dick."

I moan. Unashamed and unchained. "Yes. Yes, I want that."

He hums, his knees shifting closer, his thighs hitting the back of mine. "You want to cum on my dick? Or you want your next O to be mine?"

" Yes ," I gasp, my pumping fingers hitting the head of his covered shaft. "Both. All of it. Yes."

"So eager for me, aren't you?"

"So eager."

Toby has taken command of my body and I'm not willing to take the control back.

It feels so freaking good to let go for once.

The head of him rubs against the back of my hand. "Then tell me what you're eager for, dirty girl. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I-I-I …" I'm gasping, my entrance tightening around my fingers, a heat blooming low in my belly. "I want you to make me feel good, Toby." His hand wraps around my wrist, and at first, I fight his hold when he tugs my fingers free. "No . "

"Tell me." He braces his arms on either side of me, and that's when I feel his erection bump against my wetness. My hips act on their own, lifting and chasing him when he pulls back with a tsk . "Say it and it's all yours."

My breath leaves me in pants and my body feels like it's on fire, the only cure is the man hovering just out of reach.

He asked me for words.

I swallow thickly when the statements evade me and lift my hips again, searching for him, answering him with my body.

Toby groans and leans close enough that his mustache brushes the shell of my ear. "So needy for my dick, aren't you?" I gasp, biting my lip to tame the sound. "Is this what you want?" His head slides through my folds and I nearly lose it. "Say that you're a needy little slut for my dick." His erection slips over me once again and my hips chase him.

Can I orgasm from just words? Because I'm pretty sure that's about to happen.

" Oh God ," I cry when Toby's erection lands on the bundle of nerves between my legs and moves against me.

"Tell me you're my dirty little slut, Mama, and I'll fucking make you one."

It's automatic. As if I've been possessed and all I can think about is getting to that climax, consequences be damned.

"I'm your dirty little slut, Toby." The words are husky and moaned and sound nothing like me when they leave my lips.

But then he leans back on his haunches.

"Wait, don't go—"

"Hush," Toby hums and grabs my knees, lifting them to my chest. "I'm gonna fuck you. Don't you worry."

His knees edge closer until I feel his thighs against my butt, my core completely exposed.

"Take a breath for me." I'm halfway through forcing my chest to expand when I feel it. The head of his erection at my entrance.

My breath hitches.

And then his length inches inside me, breaching me, taking me.

Everything in me freezes, all of my focus on feeling every inch of Toby sliding inside me like he's staking a claim.

Like he's ruining me .

" Fuuuuck , Mama," Toby murmurs, his neck strained back. "Tell me you're my dirty fucking slut while I'm buried inside you." Groaning, he moves another inch inside of me. "Tell me you need the rest of my dick in you."

He's panting, his grip digging into my knees as he holds me still and the only thing I can do is take it. It's all I can think about, all I can feel.

All I want.

"Yes, Toby , give me all of it. I'm all yours. Your dirty little slut."

"Oh, you will be." He thrusts forward, leaning all of his weight on my shaking legs, and my eyes roll back once again. "You're gonna be fucking gone for this dick once I fit it all inside you. My perfect little slut. Made just for me to fuck ."

"I want that. Yes, please ." I'm rambling, disoriented, and flushed from head to toe, with the orgasm that's ready to take me at any moment.

"Look at the mouth on you."

He buries his remaining length inside me and there's no part of me that can stop the keening that rips from my throat. " Please .. ."

"Please what, dirty girl?" He pants. "Say those dirty words I wanna hear so bad from your sexy little mouth."

I whimper when I feel his erection jerk inside me. "Please," I choke out. "Please take me."

"Oh, Mama," Toby makes a sound that's a half chuckle, half grunt, that I feel in my core. "I've already taken your cunt with my dick." He moves, his length sliding almost all the way out of me and making my eyes roll back, then slamming back inside me in one hard stroke that leaves me with a gaping mouth stuck in a silent scream. "I'm gonna ruin this cunt and you're going to take it, right? I know you want me to."

"Yes. Yes. Yes," I chant. "Ruin me. Use me. Make me orgasm. Toby, please ."

Toby moans above me. "There's my dirty girl." Finally , his hips move. "Such a desperate slut for my dick, aren't you?"

" Yes ."

"Yes, what?" Toby asks breathlessly, his hips flexing, his length claiming all of me until there's nothing left but him.

"I'm a dirty slut for your dick."

He's in my mind. Coming out of my mouth. Taking up every piece of me that I'm opening to him.

"That's right. Made just for me."

And what I get in return is the ultimate pleasure in the form of his guttural groans, his rutting erection, his body slamming into mine.

The climax builds with each word, each thrust of him inside me, until I shatter into a million different pieces around him, his name screaming past my lips. "Toby!"

"That's it, come while you're stuffed full of my dick," he pants, keeping his erection buried inside me as his own orgasm comes roaring from him.

He takes each clench around him and meets it with a flex of his erection, each wave of pleasure coupled with his own.

Toby said he was going to ruin me.

I'm already ruined.