Y'all might need at least a gallon of Holy Water after this chapter...
Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding
Greyson rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, his currently dark blue eyes locked on mine. I currently sat on the small counter in the kitchen of the hotel suite, my legs hanging off as I waited in anticipation.
His hands moved to rest on my knees before he slowly started to move them up until his hands were under my dress and his fingers were hooking around the waistband of my black, seamless thong. I watch excitedly as he started to slide them down my hips and legs until he drops them to the floor. One of his hands moves back up under my dress, running a finger between my folds as both of us groan.
I close my eyes, throwing my head back when I feel him insert a finger inside of me, but he doesn't move. "Eyes on me." He says and it takes a second for me to process, "I said. Eyes. On. Me." His voice deepens and his tone changes. My head snaps up as my eyes open without hesitation to see him squatting down between my legs, his eyes bore into mine. "I want you to watch while I eat your sweet little pussy." He says before I feel him pull his finger out and replace it with his mouth.
The minute I feel his tongue inside of me all thoughts fly out the window as I start to grind on his face. His eyes never leave mine as he works his magic, his hands hooked around my thighs. This was one of the hottest things I'd ever experience and I couldn't get enough of it. I fight the urge to close my eyes as loud noises escape my mouth, my hands had a death grip on his hair. It doesn't take long for me to get to the edge, between the alcohol and Greyson, I was done for. I release all over his mouth, my whole body shaking as my legs clench around Greyson's head.
I slowly loosen my grip on Greyson's hair when he starts to stand up, slapping the inside of my thigh. I'm still in a daze from that orgasm to realize I was being thrown over his shoulder. "Greyson!" I yell, his ass coming into view in his dress pants. "Well hot damn." He chuckles when I realize I said that out loud. My hand reaches down, slapping his ass and Greyson laughs.
Next thing I know, I'm being brought down from his shoulder, but not touching the ground. He flips me around in his grip so my back is against his chest as my legs hang down. "You can put me down now!" I yell before Greyson's hand covers my mouth.
"Baby, you're only allowed to be loud when I'm buried deep inside of you and your screaming for me. Got it?"
"Got it!" I yell without realizing it. What? I was drunk, I couldn't help it. He just chuckles before I hear a belt being undone and then a zipper. I feel Greyson shuffle beneath me, only his right arm holding me up against him.
He sits down on the couch, me now standing up in front of him and facing him. "Turn around baby." He says, his hands on my hips as he looks up at me.
I do as he says before I feel his hand slap my ass and I gasp. He slides my dress up above my hips before he yanks me down on top of him. Without any kind of warning he slides me on top of his already hard dick. I let out a throaty moan as I get adjusted, my back against his chest. He kisses my shoulder before wrapping my ponytail around his hand and pulling my head slightly back. "We're gonna play a game." He says, his voice deep and husky.
"You're gonna ride me, in the position you are in right now, and if you so much as let out one teeny tiny sound from that pretty little mouth of yours, your hair gets pulled back more." He says as I swallow slowly. "And there's a catch. You don't get to cum until I tell you." My breath hitches in my throat before I feel his other hand grip my hip in a bruising way. "Do you understand, Evelyn?"
All I could do was nod, "When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer to me in word form." He says, pulling my hair back a little more. "You're not starting out too good baby."
He starts to move my hips slowly as I stretch to accommodate his size. My mouth gapes open as my eyes shut. Oh, how badly I wanted to scream right now. He starts to drive up into me, moving my hips at the same time. "I own this body. Nobody else does. It's all mine." He whispers in my ear, making a noise escape my throat. He tightly pulls my hair back. "Strike 1".
He starts to move us faster, our hips moving in sync with each other and I can already feeling myself reaching that climax. "Coming close already?" He says, continuing to move me up and down on his perfectly long and thick cock.
I reach the end faster than ever, "Greyson, please." I say through a needy moan, making him pull my hair back more. His lips meet my-now more exposed-neck, sucking on my sweet spot until I feel everything go dark and my entire body starts to shake with pleasure but Greyson keeps going. He keeps pounding away inside of me, making me reach yet another climax. I don't know how many times he made me cum as we rode out our orgasms together. Nothing but our moans filling the air as he filled me up.
He finally stops, both of us breathing heavy, our bodies slick with sweat as I rested the back of my head on his shoulder. Greyson pulls me up and off of his dick before turning me around to straddle him. "Did I say you could cum Evelyn?" He asks. I could never get tired of hearing him use my full name during dirty talk.
"No..." It comes out in a whisper as his hand slaps my ass, hard.
"Do you know what happens when you don't listen to me?" He asks as I swallow slowly.
"Tell me." I say, my voice was low and thick with need.
"You get punished." He says, moving us so we're on the floor. I'm on my back as he hovers over me. I realize that he didn't even take his pants pull off as they're stuck around his ankles. He stands up, sliding his dress pants and boxer briefs off before reaching up and undoing his tie, placing it between his teeth, and unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Take that little red dress, that's been teasing me all night, off." He says as I sit up without hesitation. Grabbing the hem of the tight satin material and pulling it up over my head. Leaving both of us completely naked he crawls between my legs as I lay down, my head about a foot away from the coffee table. He takes his tie from his mouth, "Give me your hands." His tone was rough and demanding as I did what he said. He brought my wrists together started to wrap the tie around them, "Tell me if it's too tight." His voice went back to normal when he said that and I nodded. The fact that he was still checking on because he didn't want to hurt me made my heart strings pull.
He brought my arms above my head as I looked up, seeing him tying the rest of the tie around the leg of the coffee table. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as he leaned scooted back a little, his face perfectly in line with mine. "I am gonna fuck you so good." Were the last words he said before he was picking my hips a little and thrusting inside of me.
He places his hands on the carpet next to my head as he started to thrust in and out of me. I went to grip his back when I remembered I couldn't and Greyson smirked down at me. A deep moan escaped my lips as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He continued to rock in and out of me as he nipped and sucked on my skin. I felt one of his hands travel up my arm, intertwining our fingers as I squeezed the life out of his hand. My head going back against the carpet below me as he sucked on my breast before biting down on my hardened nipple, making my back arch. My legs wrapped around his waist, my heel digging into his lower back. All I wanted was to feel his skin under my palms but I was too aroused by the fact that I was tied up to care.
"Fuck, Greyson..." I moaned loudly as my legs started to shake, my orgasm hitting me like a truck. He kept pounding into me as I shut my eyes, squeezing his hand, my thighs clenching around his sides, until I felt him collapse on top of me.
His head lay on the carpet next to mine, his eyes were shut as his hot breath blew on my face. I look up at the ceiling before I feel Greyson move off of me, resting on his side. He reaches over before I feel my arms slightly drop and he brings my hands in front of him as he unties the black tie. I pull my wrists apart, bringing my hand up to cup his cheek, my fingers run along his scruff. He looks down at me with a look I can only describe as love an adoration, a soft smile on his lips. "Let's go to bed."
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Holy Fuck...
That's all I have to say.