Cruel Infatuation (Underground Kings 3)

Salt flavored lips and all, I creep my mouth against his. He forces his tongue into my mouth and groans. “I need you,” I whisper down his throat. “I need you so much, please.”

“What do you need?” he asks the one question I have no idea how to answer.

I break our lips apart and kiss along his cheek, then suck his earlobe into my mouth. “I need you to make me forget. Make me feel good. Fuck me. Use me. I don’t care. I need you.”

He sticks his hand down the front of my sweatpants and cups my pussy. He teases me by brushing his nose against mine, acting like he’s going to kiss me before pulling away. “There is one thing I will never do, my little vixen.”

My jaw drops when he slides two fingers down my sheath and then circles them around my wet hole. “What?” I manage to ask through the ache forming in my belly. I shouldn’t be doing this. I need to be mourning. I need to be dealing with my mother’s death.

But all I can think about is getting lost in the emotion Grayson gives me. I want to get lost in him. I know he’ll never let me wander alone, and maybe that’s what I’m searching for right now. I feel alone, and I need a connection. I need Grayson to pull me out of this regret I find myself swimming in.

“I’m never going to use you.” He pushes his fingers inside me, and I clutch onto his arm. He feels so good. “I’ll never make you feel less. I’ll always make sure you feel, you know, that you’re the woman I love.” His thumb circles my clit as he pulls his fingers along my channel. “You deserve nothing but the best, and I’ll never stop trying to give that to you.” His tongue flicks along my lower lip. As he pulls his fingers out, he thrusts his appendage in my mouth and starts a simultaneous rhythm.

He yanks his hand out of my pants and ignites a cry from me. Grayson yanks my pants down, along with my panties, and appreciates his view for a second. He rubs his hands up and down my legs, then caresses my hips and tugs my shirts over my head to have is palms rub over the hard nipples of my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “Turn over.” Grayson gives my ass a light spank as he lifts off me, leaving my clit throbbing and my hole pulsing for his cock.

“Grayson,” I mewl, wanting him to come back and fill me up.

“I said turn over, my little vixen.” His baritone voice deepens to a menacing tone, the order crisp and clear with a hint of impatience.

Yes, this is what I need. I need a spanking. I need punishment.

He doesn’t say anything else to me. I wait there on the bed, ass up, tits pressed against the bed, and since it’s dark in the room, I can’t see what he’s doing. My nerves skyrocket when I hear a drawer close.

A small gasp trickles from my lungs when I feel something on my ankle. It isn’t his hand, but something smooth, soft, and I find myself missing the callouses on his fingertips. I like the scratch they leave behind, awakening the nerves in my skin.

“I got you something the other day,” he says, rubbing the object up my leg. “I wanted us to play a little. I want you to come again like you did the other night. I want you to soak my cock, baby.”

Just as I’m about to ask what he’s talking about, a vibration tickles my inner thigh and sends tingles between my legs. “Grayson!” I tense when I realize what it is. “You bought a toy?” I’ve never used a toy before, and what makes a flush take over from head to toe is he’s going to use it on me.

“Hell yeah I did.” He flips the light on next to the bed and places the toy in front of my face.

My eyes are saucers when I see the size of it. There are two heads and both are circling with intense reverberations. What the hell do they do? I swallow, suddenly nervous and look away from the toy. I want to do this, but I hate that I have no experience, and it’s cheapening the moment for me.

“Hey…” He turns my head to look at him. “Don’t be nervous. I want to share this with you, your first time doing this. I want to make you feel good in all the ways. I want to see how many times I can make you come with this. And if I’m ever not home…” He inserts the fat toy between my thighs and pushes the tip in and out of me. “You can use it, maybe record yourself and send me a video of you fucking it and moaning my name. God, that would be so hot.”

The thought of sending him a video and making him feel good as the aspect of using this toy are getting better and better.

“Then I’d send one back”—he bends over and sucks my hard nipple into his mouth— “and I’d come all over my stomach while jacking myself off to the thought of filling you up. Fuck, I could come right now.”

“Grayson.” I grab onto my tits and tug them as the toy manages to inch itself inside. “So big. Did you get the biggest one in the store? Damn,” I moan when he pushes it in further. The second head is against my clit and with a flick of his thumb, the vibrations start. “Oh fuck!” I shout, my back bending from the intensity.

He rocks the vibrator in and out of me. When he is as deep as he can go, he shakes it, hitting that special spot inside me where the pressure builds like it did before.

“Oh, look at you,” he praises me. “You like this.”

I nod vigorously. “Mhmm, I love it. I don’t want you to stop.”

“That’s too bad.” And in the next instant, he stops fucking me with the vibrator. My legs are shaking, and the pressure inside is starting to fade. It’s turning into a low pain, a stinging sensation that can only elevate with an orgasm.

“Grayson, no. Please—”

“Sit up and suck my cock. I’ll give you what I want to give you.”

I obey. I get to my hands and knees and crawl to him, staring at his erection as if it’s food about to fill me. I lick my lips and go to put him in my mouth when he stops me, hand to chest.

“Sit down on your ass and fuck the toy while you suck me.”