My lips part wider, letting him swirl the toy around my tongue until it’s sopping wet with my saliva. Then he pulls it out and trails it down my throat, to my hard nipples.
The toy vibrates against me, the rapid motion inviting the pressure between my thighs to deepen. Desperate for relief, I rub myself against his jean-clad thigh.
He holds the toy and his thigh down, and brings his mouth to my other nipple, playing with the piercing. He rolls his tongue around it, lapping and flicking it fast.
“Yes! Yes, just like that!” I cry out as I continue to grind myself against him. I’m drowning in a pleasure so intense I start shaking.
He doesn’t let up, but when he bites the mere tip of my nipple and tugs it hard, I come so fiercely my back lifts off the bed.
Even when he removes his mouth and the toy, I’m moaning, not processing what’s happening until I see him drop to his knees again and hitch my thighs over his shoulders.
“Saybellsand I’ll stop.” His voice is so gruff, so deep, it doesn’t sound like him. “Okay? You’ll say it, right?”
“Okay, I’ll say it.” I clutch at the comforter as he idly drags the toy along my inner thigh.
My body jerks, restless with anticipation. I hold my breath, stop moving when I feel the vibrations on my pussy lips, andwhen his hungry, heated eyes level with mine, a proud smile curls on his face.
He doesn’t have to say what he’s thinking, I can feel it. Neither does he have to say anything degrading because he knows I’m on the edge. He knows he could ask me to do just about anything and I would. He looks smug as fuck because he knows if he asked, I’d get on my knees for him, and I’d beg for it too.
Spreading my thighs wider for him, I resume chewing on the gum, my nostrils flaring. “Unless you saybells, I won’t stop.”
With no warning, he spreads my lips, baring my throbbing clit to him, and lays the pulsating toy on it. My eyes roll back, my jaw goes slack, and I fist the bed for support before I levitate off. Then he once again thrusts his tongue into my entrance.
There is so much going on, I can’t focus on one particular thing other than making sure I don’t drop my hands. My thighs are quivering, and my heart is thundering so fast, I’m afraid it’ll jump out of my rib cage.
“Sylas, yes! Fuck, don’t stop.” I’m whimpering, clenching my teeth from the intensity of the way he moves his tongue, swallows my arousal, and swirls the round silicone around my clit. “Fuuuck. Fuuck, Sy-Sy-Sylas…Oh!” I crane my neck back, muscles coiled tight.
I come again, screaming his name as he plays with me. He doesn’t let up on the toy or his tongue, and I’m certain he raised the vibration level because it whirs louder, faster.
He holds it down firmly, slipping his tongue out, and licks my pussy, giving it deep attention. I’m spasming and crying, squeezing my eyes tight as the pressure at the pit of my stomach builds again. But a second later it explodes and I’m coming harder than before, my jaw aching from how wide it’s parted.
I’m breathing harshly, and despitebellsclinging to the tip of my tongue, I don’t say it. Not when he drops my shaky legs, grabs my hips, and flips me on my stomach.
“Get on your knees,” he instructs gruffly, and I do. Slowly, but I do.
My chest is pressed against his bed, nipples scraping against the comforter and ass in the air. I don’t get to question what he’ll do because he slaps my ass cheeks so hard I feel each ripple, each sting, and the gratification grips my every nerve with a sweltering heat.
I release a long string of curse words in groans, stopping only when he slips the toy between my thighs and makes sure it’s buried between my pussy lips.
“Squeeze your thighs around it and don’t drop it.” He slaps my ass harder than before, and because of it, I clench my thighs.
“Fuck,” I breathe, biting the comforter and making a mess with my drool. It grazes my clit, my suspicions cementing—hedefinitelyupped the level again. It feels…oh God, this feels insane, I’m coming again. How is that possible? “Sy…Sy…” I can’t get his full name out of my mouth.
A mix between a moan, a cry, and choppy breaths are the only sounds leaving my mouth. I’m not sure I’m making all three because I’m spasming out. My brain is in a deep fog, and I can’t articulate a thought or word. I’m not sure I’m breathing anymore.
“You’re unbelievable. So hot, I can’t get over you…over your ass,” he praises, rubbing my ass cheek with his rough palm before he removes the toy. He throws it on the bed next to my face, and I catch the glistening rubber before I close my eyes. Then I hear his zipper and the rustle of his jeans and shoes coming off.
“Mmm…” is all I can muster, still reeling from the orgasms. Every few seconds, I shudder, my clit pulsing and my thighs clenching as if my body were still chasing the high.
“More?” he roughs out, his long fingers gliding down my burning cheek between my thighs and over my soaking wet folds.
“More.” I sigh contentedly, nodding despite my brain telling me it’s enough. I know what’s coming and I want to feel him everywhere.
He drives a finger inside me fast, palm slapping over me hard. My breath gets caught, and I sink my face into the bed, biting the comforter as he fucks me with a finger, but when he adds another, I quickly contract around them. He’s moving them in a way that feels unreal, deep. I feel his knuckle graze me, feel his fingers curve and scissor inside me. They hit a spot so sensitive I’m squealing and rocking my ass into his hand because I can’t get enough. I can’t stop chasing the orgasm, can’t stop begging for it.
“Just like that! Sylas, yes! Just…” I scream as he continues to use his fingers to squeeze the orgasm out of me. “…like that.”
I’m slowly rocking as I come down from it and inhaling deeply when I feel him remove his fingers. I focus on nothing but getting my breathing under control.
