30. Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Anna

S even days.

Of heaven and hell wrapped into one stupid trip on the mountain. Including constant calls from my boss where I have to pretend that Toby and I haven't been sleeping together every other minute I'm not working.

Which is beyond wrong and going to cost me my job at some point when it catches up to me. I know this, and yet, cabin fever has taken its toll.

Temporary insanity is what I'll call it.

The snow has taken over the town, claiming the trees, and wiping out the driveway. My car is still buried, the doors still basically barricaded shut, and yet …

I'm not ready to face reality.

Because the reality outside of these four walls does not include getting bent over the back of the couch by the one man that I absolutely should not allow being bent over by.

But that's exactly what is happening right now.

"I swear, Mama," Toby pants behind me, his bruising grip on my hips, his erection pumping with punishing thrusts. "I'm gonna fuck this cunt in every room. And you'll let me."

" Yes ."

"Such a dirty fucking girl, aren't you?" I nod and arch my hips up, meeting his thrusts.

We don't have much time. There's a call scheduled I have to be on in less than twenty minutes and today happens to be the first day I've caved to him while the sun is still up.

It's risky. It's chaotic.

It's urgent .

Because my need for what he gives me has become unbearable.

"Mmm, you're so desperate for this dick." He pounds his erection into me, the position hitting all the right spots and making me see stars. "Look at you, so fucking wrecked for me."

All I can do is hang on to the cushion and moan.

I'm so close to the edge that when Toby lies over me, his palm cupping around my neck, his husky voice in my ear, I almost explode. "Look at that reflection, and tell me that isn't ruined perfection staring back."

I follow his direction and lift my eyes to the window in front of us, and just as promised, I'm staring myself right in the eye with a backdrop of snowcapped mountains.

Is that me?

My lips are parted, my cheeks flushed, my hair loose in sex-craved waves that bounce with each of Toby's thrusts.

But when I meet his feral gaze in the reflection, I lose all control.

"Yesss, come on my dick," Toby grunts and groans and pitches forward, burying himself deep inside me as he comes with me.

It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

He hums, thrusting a few more times, making me shudder. "You're so fucking perfect, Mama." He lifts his hand to his mouth and wets his thumb. "My perfect little slut." That same thumb lowers from my sensitive flesh to the only part of my body that he hasn't been in. His smirk is downright evil when he circles the tight ring, and I yelp.

Am I okay with that? Who does that?

"Reach between your legs," he demands, his deep voice leaving chills across my ear. "Rub your clit while you're stuffed full."

Toby has possessed me, mind and body, because I listen to his every word and reach down to rub my fingers over the bundle of nerves. His thumb circles, matching mine, and his hardness pulses inside me.

"It's too much," I cry out, overwhelmed with the sensations, and yet I feel another wave of wetness coating him.

"All you gotta do is let me in. In everywhere." His grip on my neck tightens and I lose focus on all things that aren't him. His touch. His breath in my ear. His grip on my throat. His length buried in me.

Him, him, him.

" Toby ," I whimper, the sensations building higher, the stars returning to my vision full force.

"Such a filthy fucking slut," he coos and my stomach flips. "All for me."

"Uh-huh," I breathe and it must be exactly right because his digit slips inside my back entrance at the same time his length moves inside me. " Oh God ."

I moan like the dirty girl that Toby keeps calling me, my fingers flitting faster over myself as his thumb breaches me over and over and his length takes me again and again.

"I'm gonna be inside this ass before we leave here, dirty girl. You're gonna take me raw right inside this needy hole." His digit thrusts to punctuate his words, filling me completely, taking me to a whole new plane of toe-curling euphoria.

The idea of him raw inside me anywhere is enough to have me on the verge of begging.

Yes, please, take me now.

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

I'm wholly and irrevocably consumed by Toby Jeffers.

"Prove it, Mama. Prove that you want my dick up your tight, needy asshole," he pants out with grinding hips.

"H-how?"

" Come ."

One word. One command.

And even my body listens.

Everything in me tightens around him, my jaw dropping open as my eyes roll back, my entrances clamping onto him as I crash headlong into a climax that feels like it's ripping me in half.

Two halves of one person.

The version before Toby.

And the one that comes after Toby.

"That's fucking it," Toby strains.

Yet, I don't stop my hips from grinding, my hands from gripping, my mouth from moving, my body from searching for the last little morsel only Toby can provide until I'm wrung dry.

Which he gives by releasing my neck, stuffing his fingers between my lips, and finally fills me in every possible way as he ruts against me.

I'm helpless to stop this freight train.

I always was.