11
Amanda
The sharp pleasure of his hand on my ass never came and I whimpered a protest.
Pushing against the floor, I tried to lift myself from Grigg’s lap.
“Hold still. I’m not finished with you.”
I froze instantly, completely at his mercy, the commanding tone of his voice made my p***y tighten around frustrating emptiness. I wanted his c**k. Now.
He reached for the object on the small table, the one I’d ignored earlier, and I realized it was one of the butt plugs from the box.
I dropped my head, unwilling to protest, because the truth was, I wanted it in my ass as he f****d me, and he would f**k me, eventually. The lust coming off him through the collar made me heady. I wanted the sensation of being completely full, stretched, claimed just as I’d enjoyed last night.
He made quick
