Page 18 of Piggy

Charlotte

When I reach Grayson, I grab his hand and slip two of his fingers into my mouth. I suck, swirling my tongue slow and wet, bobbing my head like I’m already begging for his cock.

I glance up through my lashes.

His chest rises harder now, mouth slightly parted, but his eyes stay sharp, predatory.

His fingers press deeper against my tongue, testing me. My throat braces instinctively.

Then his voice, low and rough:

“You really think you can handle my cock down that short little throat of yours?” A smirk. “You can barely handle my fingers, Piggy.”

My cheeks flame, but I don’t let go.

Because I want him to see. I want him to know I’ll take anything he gives.

I nod, eager .

He shoves his fingers deeper, and I fight the reflex, swallowing around him instead. He chuckles darkly, feeling me try.

“Still think you can take all of me?” he murmurs.

He’s wrong.

I can.

My hand drifts to his jeans, but he swats it away, undoing them himself, his eyes never leaving mine.

The head of his cock presses against my lips, and I open for him, letting him slide in — thick and hot on my tongue.

My throat strains as he pushes deeper, but I breathe slow and let him take what he wants.

His hand fists in my hair, rough and demanding, guiding me down until I feel the stretch at the back of my throat. My lips sting. My eyes water. But I don’t pull away — I sink further, proud when his breath hitches.

“God, you’re pathetic,” he sneers, though his voice sounds tighter now. “Still trying so hard to please me.”

I hum around him, my nails digging into his thighs as he rocks his hips, testing my limits.

“Look at you,” he growls, his gaze dark and hungry. “On your knees, letting me ruin that sweet little mouth. I corrupted you.”

I moan around him, throat fluttering, and his smirk falters just slightly .

My chin brushes his body as he holds me there, savoring it — savoring me . Then he releases me, and I pull back just enough to catch my breath, spit slicking my lips and chin.

But before he can say a word, I press forward again, greedy and determined, taking him deep, swallowing around him until his hand tightens in my hair and his composure finally cracks.

I love making him lose control.

I love how shocked he looks when I give him everything.

And I do.

His hips stutter forward, and I whimper around him, thighs trembling as I rock to meet his thrusts, letting him own me completely.

My latex is soaked as my arousal seeps out. He doesn’t even have to touch me. This is all I need.

To be his. To be used. To be wanted by him.

“You like cock down your throat, Piggy?” he growls.

I answer by raking my nails down the cold flesh of his ass, loving the way he twitches from the sting.

His hand fists tighter in my hair.

“Bet you want Killian’s dick stretching your little mouth. You gonna drool all over him, too?”

I yank back hard, glaring up with pinched brows. “No! I only want yours!”

His eyes slam shut for a second, like he’s actually relieved.

Holy—

Was he really worried about that ?

Emboldened, I lap at his tip, kissing it between quick, desperate breaths. “Only you, Grayson,” I pant. “Only you, I swear.”

He shudders .

For a moment, I feel like I have him. The walls he built finally falling.

But it’s gone the next heartbeat.

He yanks my hair, dragging me across the floor, the burn making me whimper.

He bends me over a heavy bench, forcing me on all fours — my ass high, exposed.

Then—

Crack!

His palm lands hard across my ass, the sting radiating sharp and hot.

“You fucked up my life, you pig ,” he snarls, his voice rough. “So goddamn addictive... yet so fucking annoying. What did you do to me?”

Both hands grab my ass cheeks hard, spreading me, making me wince and squirm. He lowers himself as I tilt my hips up.

He starts low, his tongue tracing over my clit, the slick latex still separating us, but I feel the heat of him, the maddening tease of it, making me ache so deep I can’t stay still.

I arch my back more, grinding slow and helplessly.

He circles the pulsing nub, the latex creaking faintly under his tongue, then travels higher, following the slick surface right up the center of my ass .

His tongue flicks against my twisted back hole, touching the sensitive area, yet denied achingly by the sensual material. Such a wicked way to tease.

My thighs tremble violently, and a small helpless whimper escapes my lips.

“Grayson,” I breathe.

“Such needy little holes,” he taunts.

Smack!

He spanks me hard, the latex squeaking as I shift to bear the pain. “And I’m gonna fill every one.”

Slap!

Harder this time, enough to jolt my whole body.

He mounts over me to get close to my face. His teeth scrape my ear, and his breath, shallow and savage, sears against my skin.

“You make me so fucking furious.” His voice is a deep rumble. “Almost raped. Almost got passed around like you belonged to them.”

He fists my hair at the roots as he stands straight once more, jerking my head back, bending my neck until I’m open. Helpless. His hips grind against my ass, the hard ridge of him cruelly close, but not giving me what I need.

I rock my hips, begging without words.

He exhales as he fights himself, simulating a deep thrust, his hips tense against me.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he mutters low and broken.

Fastly, he stands. Cold steel kisses my bare bottom .

I look back, heart hammering.

A knife gleams in his hand, and then he slips the blade under the latex, slicing at the small section that covers my pussy.

The cut material snaps, rolling up to my waist, baring my ass to the cold air.

A shiver shoots through me.

He grabs a bottle, snaps it open, and thick lube pours over my cheeks, dripping down and over my most sensitive areas.

His hands are warm, powerful, smearing it everywhere.

Then, a ripping sound.

Plastic tearing.

I peek again, finding him holding a black, twisted toy. Thick and ridged like a rubberized drill.

“Um, what’s that?” I ask, my voice embarrassingly meek.

He doesn’t answer. He just drags it slow over my clit, teasing, before tracing there .

“Whoa—! Grayson! I mean, uh...”

Be calm. Be sexy.

“You know you want it,” he murmurs darkly. “Little cock-hungry Piggy. Always desperate to please me. Always ready.”

Pressure mounts against my tight back hole.

I clench instinctively, but he pushes harder.

My body betrays me, opening, swallowing the first thick ridge.

My clit throbs wildly, my whole body flashing hot .

“Show me what you got,” he says, voice thick with hunger. “Be a good little slut. Take it. Take it like your body’s dying for my cock.”

His words ruin me. I whimper and rock back, determined.

He presses deeper and wider, stretching me slow, relentless, until the toy locks into place.

My mind blanks. Every nerve is alive, aching and weak.

He leaves it buried, letting the pressure sear through me, making my hips roll without permission.

My eyes snap shut and I press my cheek hard to the bench to bear my desire. I want him so badly that nothing else matters. I roll my hips in the air, begging him.

“Grayson!” I cry, nearly sobbing. “Please! I need to feel you inside of me!”

A thick, rubbery shape presses against my lips. My eyes shoot open. It’s a big purple dildo, floppy and obscene.

He smirks.

“ Almost every hole.”

I part my lips obediently and he shoves it in, gagging me. He backs off, leaving the rubber filling my mouth, drool spilling onto the bench.

“Suck like it’s mine.”

I obey, cheek still pressed down, eyes closed, extending my chin back and forth just a little, sensually sucking as if he were truly in my mouth.

And finally , his cock meets my entrance .

He drives in slow, so slow it burns, every inch of him dragging along my hot, dripping opening.

The plug in my bottom amplifies every motion, the dildo pacifies my cries, and his cock claims my pussy like he’s branding my soul.

And I love it. I love every humiliating, filthy second.

I rock back into him, taking more, slobbering against the rubber, drunk on Grayson. Drunk on being his .

He slips his hand under my hips, pressing a vibrator against my clit.

I’m already trembling and wrecked, and the shock of it makes me convulse.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps. “Cum for me. Strangle my cock.”

I shudder violently, literally sobbing as I break apart, my body clenching around him.

He doesn’t stop.

He grinds the vibrator firmer, fucks me harder, drives me higher until my whole body spasms again, over and over, every nerve overstimulated.

“No! Grayson!” I gasp, spitting the dildo from my mouth, writhing beneath him.

But he loves it.

He fucks me even faster, spanking me, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat, using me like he owns me.

And God, I want him to.

I claw at his thighs, try to ruin him the way he’s ruining me, moaning uncontrollably, calling his name .

Through heavy breaths, I cry, “I want to be the only girl you fuck.”

He growls low.

“Oh, yeah, baby?” His voice is mocking but shaky.

“Mmmm-hm,” I moan, grinding against him, desperate for more.

His thrusts turn savage, even more violent, and then, suddenly slow.

He collapses over my back, his sweaty cheek pressing against mine, his cock still buried deep. It pulses at my opening.

“Charlotte,” he whispers, voice cracked and ragged. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I pant.

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Grayson,” I breathe, matching the rhythm of his final, slow thrusts.

I add, “My heart, my body. My freaking soul. All yours.”

He shudders like he’s having a second orgasm.

For a moment, neither of us moves. The room is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of our breathing.

Then, very softly, he says something.

“What?” I murmur, dazed.

He doesn’t repeat it.

He just pulls out, dresses fast, and leaves me there, dripping, trembling, lost in a haze, with no answers at all.