“Spread your legs for me, Joanna.” He grabbed my knees and spread them for me, the wolf in him coming out through his eyes.
I did as I was told and looked up at him.
“I think I’ll start this way, but do not expect it to end until you’ve cum on my cock over and over again,” he admitted, grinning as he looked at me. “I want to be able to feel you from the inside. Feel the way your p*ssy
wraps around me and clenches as you scream. f*ck
, you have no idea what the thought of it does to me.”
I squirmed, ready for him. “I think I have some idea.”
That man only smirked at me as he pulled on my hips, bringing me against him. I was already on the bed but now I was right up against his cock. f*ck
. I could feel the head of his cock as it teased me, slipped in and out of my lips, the sensation of it against my opening driving me crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly what kind crazy he was driving me, and I could tell he was reveling in it.
Hell, even I was reveling in it.
“Greyson,” I moaned. I could say his name a million times and never get tired of it. “Greyson, please.”
I mewed the words, crying out to him as he teased me. I could see his body, the way that the gentle glow of lights hit it, and I marveled at his muscles. He was so strong, and it let me know just how controlled he was.
Like when he spanked me.
“Is this what you need?” he asked as he slipped his cock inside of me. It filled me inch by inch, the width of him pressing against all of me and expanding me. f*ck
. He was huge. He was so f*ck
ing huge.
He bent down over me and put his hand on my neck, pinning me down and giving it a small squeeze. “Am I what you need?”
I nodded, and he descended, kissing me. The smell of me on him only made me want more. The taste of my sweetness. f*ck
, it was too much to bear. I writhed under him and bucked, trying to make him go faster. To give me exactly what I wanted.
“Oh no, you don’t get to control this ride, Joanna. Not yet.” That man, that delicious, exciting, delightful man. He wanted to be in control. Needed it. I could tell that the monster in him was only just peeking through the surface. I had a feeling so much more was waiting to come out. And it scared me. It thrilled me.
He held himself over me and started to thrust slowly, his cock sliding in and out of me. Then he quickened his pace. It was so good, but each thrust only made me want more.
“More,” I cried, bucking up against him. “Please, more?”
He nodded and f*ck
ed me harder. His thrusts pounded into me giving me exactly what I needed when I needed it. f*ck
. I could feel another orgasm on the horizon, and I didn’t hold it back. I let it wash over me as I came, my p*ssy
contracting over his cock.
“That’s it. That’s exactly what I wanted,” he said, his gruff tone more forceful. He slowed just for a moment, let me catch my breath and then rolled so that I was on top of him.
“Again, Joanna. Cum again.” He ordered.
I felt like I was losing myself, losing everything, to him. I was his to command, and I wanted it. I f*ck
ed him, riding him hard, my body gliding up and down his cock over and over again. f*ck
. I was totally out of control.
I felt the orgasm rising, the depth of it unmatched as I gripped onto his shoulders and pushed down, letting it all out as I came on him.
He groaned, and I felt him cum inside of me, his sticky hot cum filling my p*ssy
.
Oh god. I wanted this. Oh. God.
When he grabbed me and pulled me down onto him, I let myself collapse. Let myself feel.
“You are mine, Joanna,” he said it with such finality that all I could do was nod and hold on tight.
I would've given him anything he wanted right at that moment.
Chapter Seven
Greyson
“Just what the f*ck
do you think you’re doing?” My father stared at me from my own desk, watching my reaction as I entered my office. He never came down to the company. f*ck
, this shit wasn’t his style. He liked the life he had over at headquarters.
But when he did come down here, it was all about telling me how much I f*ck
ed up.
“What do you mean?” I asked, not letting my face register anything. Not anger, not irritation. What I wanted was to throw him out of my chair and beat on him until he submitted, but that would only end one way.
In my own damn death.
“You know exactly what I mean. f*ck
ing hell, Greyson, you are just determined as ever to stick your f*ck
ing dick where it doesn’t belong. Michael’s own f*ck
ing daughter? Now this?” He was positively full of rage.
“Hey, I got what was coming to me for that one. I get it.” I held up my hands. I’d already taken my punishment.
“You can’t just f*ck
the niece of someone like Dennis O’Brien. Do you have any idea what you’ve done? And you were out in f*ck