Destroyed Destiny (Crowne Point 4)

Mesmerized by his gaze, I took hold of the sucker, my hands briefly fluttering over his strong calloused ones.

“Good girl,” he growled.

Shivers ignited at his approval—the first in months. I faintly heard the shower, but it was nothing compared to my beating heart. I wanted more of that, more of his approval heating my lips. So, I slid the wet, sticky, round head inside me, lips parting.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Um—”

“Don’t fucking lie.”

His hand hadn’t left my inner thigh, stroking. Gentle. Tormenting.

“Not enough,” I breathed. “It’s not even close to enough. I feel so empty.”

His nostrils flared, eyes locked on my lips. He was so close now, I could almost taste him. He slid his hand up from my inner thigh, curving around my ass, leaving a trail of want and goose bumps.

I was getting mixed up in the sensations. It was torture—punishment, that was what this was. Need. Empty. Aching. Ghosting his touch along my ass, but never going to the spot I needed, having me use a small sucker when I wanted his cock.

His thumb circled my ass and I arched into it.

Yes. There. That.

“Please,” I begged.

“Harder,” he rasped.

I did as he demanded, fucking myself.

In that instant, he jammed his pinky inside my ass. A gasp spiraled out of me. I locked on his eyes—eyes that were locked on me, watching me like he was entering me.

His lips brushed mine. “Does it feel like you have two cocks inside you?”

A twist of heat curled inside my chest, a fishhook attached to my heart and scraping down to my gut and I paused—ashamed.

“Don’t fucking stop.”

Grayson pushed harder into me, his hand above me white at the joints and steaming the glass.

“How about now?” He slid another finger inside me, into my cunt this time, working me along the sucker. “Don’t lie,” he gritted.

“A little,” I admitted on a breath.

A mean grin slid across his lips. “Does it feel like him?”

I froze. “W-what?”

“Did I tell you to stop?” he snarled, and I kept fucking myself as he fucked my ass and cunt harder, working against the pressure of the sucker.

He was creating a fantasy. A dark, twisted fantasy.

“Do you want that, little wife?” Grayson slid a second finger inside my cunt and I nearly purred at him calling me by the endearment. “Do you want two cocks inside you?”

The image assaulted me as he made a V inside me with his two fingers, stretching wide as if to create the sensation of another man.

I had to grip his neck to keep from falling.

I’d never felt so stretched, so full.