She saw his mouth harden in the reflection. He sunk his fingers into her ass and rubbed her lasciviously.
“Turn on the vibrator, and press it against your little clit,” he repeated. He hadn’t increased his voice volume, but he gave her a dark, significant glance in the mirror. She sighed and turned on the vibrator. It buzzed energetically. “I don’t see why I have to be the one to always lose control,” she muttered under her breath.
“Do you want to bring me pleasure?”
“Yes, that’s my point.”
“Then do as I say,” he said gently, but succinctly.
He was trying to tell her that seeing her in the clutches of pleasure is what aroused him. Slowly, holding his stare, she brought the vibrator between her legs. She tensed and shuddered slightly when it vibrated into her most-sensitive flesh.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. It felt so decadently good, to have Seth stroking her with his big hands and filling her up completely with his cock while the vibrator buzzed away at her clit and labia.
“That’s right. Move it up and down now. Let me see,” he was saying behind her. She realized he was straining to see in the mirror because her forearm was in the way. She moved the vibrator to her left hand and began to push it up and down in the cleft of her sex lips, letting him observe her naked hedonism. What use was there in hiding it, when it seemed to crave the spotlight in Seth’s presence? He clutched at her hips and ass and began to rotate her subtly in his lap. “Yeah, that looks so beautiful,” he said thickly, and she felt his hot gaze on her almost as surely as the vibrating metal tube. “Lean forward a little and ride it.”
She blinked, a little unsure of what he meant. Then she realized that if she braced herself more securely on his thigh and leaned away from him an inch or two more, it really was a little like she was riding the thrusting little vibrator.
It was so naughty. It felt so good.
She did what came naturally. Taking just a little of her weight on her bent legs, she began to ride the vibrator and Seth’s cock at the same time.
He groaned roughly, like something had just been ripped out of him. He popped her ass with his hand, but it was a love slap more than a punishment, and she knew it.
“Dirty, adorable girl,” he accused with rough fondness before he grabbed her hips and drew her up the length of his cock several inches. He crashed her back down onto him, his biceps flexing hard, their damp skin slapping together. “What a sweet little pussy,” he grated out.
Almost immediately, he was urging her up again, and she knew by the way he clutched her back to him, skewering her with his cock, he was becoming as unwound as she was.
She gloried in it.
Her thigh muscles tensed as she bobbed her hips up and down over his cock, but he took a good portion of her weight. They found a taut tempo that had both of them clenching their teeth in pleasure. Gia felt it happening all over again as she lost herself to the hot, mounting bliss of the moment. She stared in awe at the image of their mating. It was lewd, and vivid, and magnificent. His cock looked intimidatingly big and flushed with his blatant arousal next to her pale curves, his hands holding her at his mercy.
She was at his mercy, and she loved it.
“I love seeing my cock in you,” he said darkly.
She bounced on him more forcefully and he groaned. He lifted his hand and swatted her ass, and then grabbed her to him again, smacking their skin together.
Excitement tightened every muscle in her body. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to give in.
“Seth,” she cried out in anguish. He fucked her at a relentless pace, never once breaking stride. She was starting to shake.
“Go on. Come,” he said tensely.
He’d issued an order and expected her to comply. She moved the vibrator frantically between her creamy labia, bobbing up and down in his lap like a cork in a wild, seething sea. He spanked her bottom again briskly for emphasis, but she was already following his command.
“Oh,” she cried out wildly as orgasm hit her. Her muscles seized.
“That’s right,” he said, his voice thick with triumph and lust. It was a little hard to keep up their frantic pace while she shuddered in pleasure. Seth took most of her weight, settling her into his lap. He continued to fuck her while she came, every muscle in his powerful body straining tight as he controlled her movement on him. He stabbed his cock into her with short, hard strokes, racing for his own release. It was such a discombobulating rush of pounding pleasure and straining sinew, for a moment everything blurred in Gia’s consciousness.
She finally focused on the reflection of
Seth’s profile. He didn’t make a sound as he watched himself—not in the mirror, but in real life—drive his cock into her with ruthless abandon. In the mirror, she saw his rigid face, blazing stare and bulging muscles. Suddenly, a great shudder went through him and an ominous low growl escaped his throat. A thrill of anxious excitement went through her.
Talk about sitting on a bomb.
He pulled her down in his lap, and she felt his cock swell. His growl escalated to a roar. She felt him pulse high in her as he ejaculated. He kept her nailed to him as he came, the only exception being the way he pushed her buttocks together and circled her hips tautly in his lap. It was overwhelmingly thrilling.
Finally, he lifted her once and crashed her back to him.