“Please,” she pleads. “I need to come.”
I ease my fingers out of her; she’s fucking drenched. I guide the tip of the vibrator through her slit, leaning my head to the side, staring at her swollen lips, drenched and glistening. Is this what I look like every time Alexius insists on staring at my pussy while he finger fucks me? Is this what he sees, a woman desperately searching for pleasure, her body willing to break to find it?
Her sensitive flesh is blush pink, wet, and so fucking enticing. I nudge the tip at her entrance, the vibrations buzzing against her sensitive flesh, and she squirms some more, moaning, pleading for me to put it inside her.
Holy fuck. It’s exhilarating to have this kind of power, knowing I can drag this out for as long as I want, watch her for as long as I want. I decide when and how she comes. She has no control here and is completely at my mercy. Her pleasure is mine to give.
Gently, I ease the toy in, little by little. I watch the length of it disappear inside her greedy cunt, and it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen, witnessing her body suck it in, taking it all.
My nipples are hard, and the fabric of my dress feels like sandpaper against the tight buds. It’s like someone lit a match inside me, and I can combust at any second.
My lips part as I pull the vibrator out of her, the length coated in her arousal.
“Please, I need it inside me,” she begs, the flush on her cheeks spreading down her neck, kissing the skin across her chest.
Oh, I could do this all fucking night. Tease her and deny her an orgasm until she sobs, her tears the payment I demand in exchange for her body’s release.
Pushing the vibrator back in, I press one of the buttons and the vibrations pick up speed. Her back arches off the bed, and I can’t stop staring at her beautiful pussy taking every last inch, her clit unhooded and swollen. Pulling it out again, I drag the tip over her center, and I swear she fucking convulses, screaming out.
I’m looking at Alexius still pumping his cock with slow, rhythmic strokes, my own sex throbbing, aching, and it’s so damn sensitive. If Alexius had to touch me with a single finger, I won’t have time to ask for permission before I come.
“More,” the woman pleads, and I start pumping the vibrator in and out of her. Soon I don’t even have to move it anymore, her hips slamming down, riding it as she chases her release. The sight of her getting off is wild and driving me insane with a lust consuming me, my control hanging by a goddamn thread.
I sink the toy all the way inside her, and she cries out. “Fuck me,” she whimpers. “Please fuck me.”
I pick up the pace, thrusting the vibrator harder and faster into her, the vibration on its highest setting, the buzzing sound filling the room.
I’m turned on, and high on power, slipping the toy out of her, leaving her empty and needy, her body writhing and agonizing, desperate for any sort of touch so she can just find relief from the ache that has her every muscle tied and twisted. “Please. Fuck. What are you doing? I can’t take it anymore.”
Tracing my fingers along her inner thigh, her skin smooth and milky white, I rake my gaze down her naked and tense body. It’s torture, I know. Alexius loves to watch me squirm under his touch, and now I know why. The control sends a buzz through your veins that turns every second in pure fucking bliss.
Leaning down, I brush my cheek against hers—her skin fiery hot—and rasp against her ear in a whisper no one else can hear, “Come for me.”
Plunging the vibrator back inside her, she throws her head back on the pillow, arching her neck. “God, yes. I’m coming. I’m coming.” Her legs pull taut, her hands jerking at their restraints as she comes with the toy inside her, and the second I pull it out of her, fluid expels from her pussy, soaking the sheets.
“Jesus, look at that, stray. You made her fucking squirt,” Alexius growls, his voice strained and tone dark.
I’m on my feet and rush toward him, my dress already bunched up around my thighs as I get on top of him, grabbing his length in my palm, and the second the tip is at my entrance, I sink down, impaling myself on his cock, both of us groaning out loud.
My arms are tight around his neck, grinding myself hard and fast on his lap, the euphoria taking complete control. Reality doesn’t exist here. It’s just us and the fantasies we share. It’s in these moments of ecstasy that I wish we could stay in our secret little world forever. Here, we’re untouchable. Here, our desires are in control.
His palms are on my ass, and I’m riding him as hard and as fast as I can, bouncing up and down on his lap, taking his cock inside me over and over again.
“Jesus Christ, woman. You feel so good, stray. So fucking good.”
“Alexius,” I whimper, the tip of his dick hitting my core, and I’m sure I’m seconds away from burning into ash.
“Come, baby girl. Come on my cock.” I arch my back, and my pussy clenches around him, sucking him in deeper as my mind shatters and my core explodes with the kind of intense pleasure I haven’t felt in so long. He’s hitting all the right spots, moving his hips and meeting my thrusts, sending me hurtling toward an orgasm that ripples through my bones, from my neck down my spine, crashing against my heated clit.
His arms snake up my back, hands clamping on my shoulders, forcing me down as he moves upward, and his low growl vibrates next to my ear as he comes, his cock pulsing hard and jerking, shooting his seed inside me. Sheer rapture singes my veins, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I struggle to catch my breath.
We both collapse against each other, gasping and shaking, the intensity of such profound pleasure still washing through us.
I weave my fingers through his hair, clutching him close, inhaling deep and loving his familiar scent. “We need to do this more often.”
“Oh, we will.” He looks at me, brushing my hair away from the side of my face, his eyes filled with promise. “You and I are only getting started.”
Epilogue