Page 129 of Piggy

His voice softens, but only in volume. “You should be.”

He jerks my hips up higher and devours me. Tongue greedy. Sucking so hard on my clit I am hot in seconds.

I love it.

“You don’t get to leave,” he murmurs against my skin. “You’re mine. You fucking begged for this pain. Don’t act dumb now.”

“Then show me like youownme.” I clutch his head hard, and to my shock, I pull his mouth harder against my pulsing clit.

I can’t get enough.

Who am I?

But I writhe against his tongue, anyway, owning his mouth as much as he’s done to mine.

I can’t see his reaction, but Ifeelit. His hands clutch my thighs like vices. I know I’ll bruise. He doesn’t care. He’s crippling me, ravaging me, body and soul.

I squirm, I gasp, I lose myself. His tongue strokes every nerve-ending with purpose, with a rage that shouldn’t feel this good. But does.

“Grayson... ohhh, baby,” I pant, my climax surging fast.

He exhales against me, voice a deep rumble to my pussy: “Cum, you backstabbing brat. Feel what only I can give you. What you don’t deserve.”

Ibreak. My whole body arches.

Before I can come down, his cock slams into me. Deep and brutal. He’s huge, rock-hard, furious.

The truckcreaks, and our ragged breathing fills the cabin.

Just then—

His hand wraps around my throat, tight but practiced. Controlled. He’s holding backfor me... I think. I hope.

“You like making me jealous, don’t you?” he growls, biting back a dark laugh. “Matt? Really? Trade in your sadist forthat sad fuck. You’d come crawling back on all fours like the desperate pig you are.”

I whimper, “I can’t—”

But my breath catches as he ruins me.

I tremble even more, moan, cum again. He loves it. He loves seeing me unravel.

He keeps going, punishing strokes, marking me inside, making me forget every reason I had to leave. There’s only this. Only him. His cock. His rage. His cruel love in every thrust.

But, his grip tightens on my neck.

Oh no! I’m blacking out!

“Grayson!” I snatch his wrist with both hands. My voice cracks under his palm, but I force the words out. “Stop! Stop!”

To my surprise, he freezes, panting. Eyes blazing. Brow lifted.

Every time I fully trust him, he adds something that hurts more. He pushes and pushes, testing me in ways I never imagined. Never wanted to. And at this moment, it’s not just the choke that awakens something wild in me.

Through the chaos of my mind, the confusion, the racing thoughts, clarity finally hits: “Fuck me like you love me.”

He scowls. “I am,” which startles me even more.

I suck in a sharp breath. But he only blinks, still lost in the violence of his black heart.