Page 48 of Piggy

Charlotte

I move fast, tugging down Grayson’s underwear. His cock’s bare, velvety-smooth but thick and heavy in my palm.

I loosen my corset just enough for my breasts to spill out. This is practically a sex house, so a bottle of lube isn’t far. I slick it over my skin, rubbing until my chest glistens.

Then I press them around his cock, making sure the sensation feels warm, wet, and tight. His eyelids flutter. A low, subtle breath escapes his throat.

Soon, he tilts his hips, trying to thrust between my shiny breasts. Trying to use me.

Good.

I match his rhythm, rolling my chest with him. “What else do you want, baby?” I ask, sultry.

“Put on lipstick.” A pause, then, “Red.”

I find some and apply it slowly, watching him the whole time.

“Like this?” I ask, lips pouted .

He nods once. “Now wrap those lips around my cock.”

I smirk and drop to my knees. I drag my mouth down his shaft, coating him with red. But his hips jerk, pressing against my face, smearing the color everywhere.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You look like the day I moved in. That face... wrecked.” His head falls back, jaw tight, chest rising. “I wanted you then. So fucking bad.”

“You did?” I gasp, completely shocked. I was so ashamed that day of my failed make-up attempt.

But I don’t linger too longer in the revelation, and instead, flick my tongue over the tip, tasting him. Then I sit up, snap my garter strap, and let the latex bite into my thighs.

He moans.

Barely audible. But for him? A mistake. He cringes like he’s in pain.

I’m empowered by his moment of weakness... I think. So I say with my chin lifted, “I’ll stop if you don’t answer my questions this time. Why don’t you like fucking me gentle?”

Sweat beads on his brow.

“I don’t like how it makes me feel,” he mutters.

My brows knit, but I keep going. I shift my hips, sliding my slippery, tight latex panties to the side, then drag his tip between my swelling lips.

His breath hitches. He tries to thrust up, to enter, but I deny him.

“What do you mean, you don’t like gentle sex?” I bait seductively .

He swallows. “Fuck, Charlotte. Look. I just love you, okay?”

My heart stutters, but I stay focused. “So gentle makes you feel too much?”

He doesn’t answer. Just bucks his hips again, harder this time, trying to force his way in.

I let just the head slip past my entrance, and clench down. My arousal gushes out, slicking down and coating his cock in heat.

He moans, deep and primal.

“Piggy,” he grits out. “Stop. You don’t edge me . That’s not how this works.”

“It is today,” I whisper.

“Let go of my cock.” His deep voice strains, desperation soaked in fury.

His thighs tremble beneath me as I sink a little deeper, then lift up again, denying him.

“Come on!” he growls.

Yep, he wants it. Needs it. And it’s driving him insane.

“ Please, baby,” he chokes out, the words catching like broken glass in his throat. He stops himself, surely hating every second of this power shift. He purses his lips, trying to reel it back in. But the dam breaks.

“Don’t fuck with me like this,” he rasps. “God, let me in that pretty cunt of yours.”

His cock throbs in my hand. I stare into his eyes as I lower myself a little. He nods, needy... even frantic, wanting more. “ Come on, dumb Charlotte. Don’t be so stupid. Give me what I want. You know I’ll give you what you want.”

“What I want?” I ask, voice low. “Good. Say you like making love to me then. Gentle.”

His eyes squeeze shut.

“I like fucking you,” he snaps. “Any way I can. Slow or rough.”

“You did like it? Our first time? And in the truck?”

“I have a preference… but of course I fuckin’ liked it.”

He’s so disgusted.

But I smile wide and lower myself halfway and swirl my hips.

He moans, much louder.

“And tell me,” I exhale. “Tell me what hurting me does to you.”

He tries to thrust. I rise off his cock, and he chokes on an agonized groan.

“Fine! I fucking love when you endure pain for me. Okay?” he snarls. “It’s sexy as hell. I feel like you love me.”

I drop my weight fully, slamming down on his length, and he grunts deeply with pleasure.

I ride him, feeling every inch of his cock stretch my walls and coax my g-spot to pulse. My hips roll, clit grinding against him. My breasts bounce as I move, slick with sweat and lube. I play with my nipples, giving him an erotic show.

I pant, “But I already told you I love you. Tons of times.”

His eyes flutter closed. “I never believe you, Piggy. ”

Now my body trembles. I’m so close, but I hold back. I want more. I can’t indulge and risk him cumming. Not now. Not when I have him where I want him.

“Why don’t you believe me?” I purr again, watching him as I move my body, dragging him to the edge.

He ignores me.

I punch his side, hard enough to make him grunt.

“ Answer me. ”

“Stop it, you little—!”

I fall forward, sinking my teeth into his chest. Still, he improvises and fucks me from underneath. I pull away right before he climaxes.

And—

He breaks .

“Fine! I didn’t believe you because nobody’s ever loved me. But you... You never used me. Always gave.”

He’s shaking beneath me. Breathing ragged. “Come on Piggy.”

“Grayson...”

He snarls. “You’re just so goddamn perfect and you don’t even know it. Fuck, the day you said you didn’t love me? Just solidified what I already knew. It was inevitable. So yeah, I took you. It was the plan all along.”

“The plan?”

His broad chest heaves. He can’t look at me, the tension between us electric.

His voice drops, a whisper soaked in torment. “You are the only woman I can bear spitting, smacking, and punching me. But this confession bullshit is gonna kill me. Finish me, you fucking tease. Please . Before I snap.”

Zap!

My whole body seizes. The pain whips through my neck like lightning. I collapse forward with a gasp, twitching.

A deep voice behind me.

“Turn around. Let me see those fat titties again.”

I turn, dizzy, disoriented—

A gun clicks into readiness.

Riser, and he’s pointing a gun at my face.