Sold to Him

Oh…

“There’s nothing to be scared of, sweetheart,” he said softly.

Then his hands wandered under my skirt, pulling up the dark material.

“Grayson!” I gasped, more because of his hot hands on my thighs than the werewolf stalking the car and howling in the half-dark. “What are you doing?” But it was pretty obvious what he was up to.

“What do you think I’m doing?” His big hands roamed over my thighs, causing my insides to go hot. I was too startled and too suddenly turned on to answer. Those hands slid between my legs and shoved the dress completely out of the way. My stomach tightened with lust and I wriggled to settle my ass more comfortable on top of Grayson’s massive pole. My pussy was already hot and juicing. I was ready to take him fully right here right now, and he hadn’t even really done anything to me yet.

“Grayson,” I whimpered while filthy, delicious desire rippled through my stomach and fluttered in my cunt.

It was so dark in the haunted house that nobody could see what was going on in our car. At least, I hoped nobody could see. Then Grayson bit my ear and suddenly, I didn’t care what anybody could or couldn’t see. Arousal buzzed into my core and I spread my legs wide for him. His cock pressed between ass cheeks, along my pussy lips through the two plus layers of cloth between our naked flesh. Gasping, I ground on top of him, desperately wet and needy.

Grayson nibbled on my neck. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” He stroked me tantalizingly through my soaking underwear, his fingers sure and strong.

“Inside, Grayson,” I gasped. “Please, put your fingers inside me.”

And my man listens. He pulled my panties aside and plunged his long and thick digits into me, making me squeal from the intense pleasure of it. “Like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, oh yes.” I squirmed and started to pump my hips, riding up and down his fingers. His thumb tapped my clit with each of my thrusts and the liquid squelch of it all made me go red with shame. But it wasn’t enough to make me stop. “You feel so good, Grayson. So good.”

“That’s my dirty girl.”

My head felt so heavy that I desperately wanted to drop it backwards onto his shoulder. But that wasn’t a good idea because I had to at least try to look like I wasn’t getting fucked in a haunted house. The pleasure raced through my limbs. Turned up higher. I whimpered his name again.

“You want more, baby?” He lapped gently at my earlobe before biting down gently and making me squeal. “You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”

“Please! Yes. Oh god!”

His wicked chuckle aroused me even more and I felt turned on enough to explode. His hands moved sharply between my legs and I let out a sharp, involuntary gasp. He’d ripped off my panties!

“I’ll buy you some new ones, pretty baby. Don’t you worry.”

With a few quick motions of his hand, his pants were open and his cock was naked against my hot and wet flesh.

“Oh, Grayson.” I ground harder on top of him.

But he grabbed my hips to keep me still. His fingers dived back into my pussy then farther back—back to my asshole. My shriek split the air.

What was he doing? We’d never done this before. Never. It felt so…strange.

“You’re doing real good, sweetheart,” he whispered to me. “Really fucking good. You’ll like this, I promise.”

Slowly, he used the juices from my overflowing cunt to lube up my asshole. Both of my holes tingled now, and hot awareness prickled in my sensitive spots. With a jolt, I realized that I wanted to feel him. Suddenly I needed the sensation of that strange fullness in my back door.

“You ready for this, sweet baby?” His fingers teased my nipples briefly through my dress, then disappeared below the edge of the little rail car where nobody else could see.

“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, Grayson. Give it to me. I’m ready.” I rolled my hips and circled my asshole back against his firm fingers probing and stretching me out back there. “I want it. I want you.”

His massive missile of a cock pressed against my rear hole.

Oh my god! He was so big. How was it going to fit in there?

Suddenly, I panicked. True fear flooded into my veins like poison and my heart started to pound out of control. I thrashed against him, my legs flailing. I wiggled hard, trying to get away and small screams ripped from my throat. Quickly, his fingers went back to my clit and stroked me, trying to calm me down.

“I’ll make this good for you, sweetheart. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Slowly, I calmed down, seduced by the pleasure his fingers on my clit brought me. In no time at all, I was liquid again, legs spread, mouth open to pant his name while begging him to give me his big shaft.