I need more. So much more.
God, why don’t we have more hands?
Because I need his hands tweaking my nipples, gripping my neck, and playing with my clit. Oh, and fisting my hair and yanking it just the way I like.Is that too much to ask?
He bites my bottom lip, and I cry out when the crown of his cock hits that sensitive spot deep inside me. “Patton!”
“Fuck.” His hand tightens around my throat as he plunges inside me again and again, panting like a savage beast. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. So tight and hot. So mine.”
I whimper, circling my clit with my fingers, my mouth falling open as my body revs up.
Patton’s tongue drags over my swollen lip and whether it’s the fact that he knows I’ve always needed a lot to get me off or he’s just reading my mind, he says, “Want to take that vibrator for a spin?”
My brows furrow. “What?”
“I saw it in your gift bag last night,” he pants, nodding to the little bag on the nightstand—the one full of the various gag gifts my girlfriends and I all got during Sarina’s party.
I follow his gaze, then glance back at him, my lips twitching. “Okay.”
He reaches over me, arm brushing my nipples, before grabbing the bag. Fumbling through the crinkling tissue paper, he takes out a sleek, black vibrator wand with Darth Vader’s helmeted head on one end and several silver buttons marching down the body.
Patton stares at Darth Vibrator like it might start doing the heavy breathing thing from the movies. “I saw this in the boxthat day when your mail was delivered to me. Not going to lie, it terrified me.”
I roll my eyes. “Piper’s strange sense of humor. I was in charge of gift bags, and she suggested I order a bunch from this website that sells Star Wars-themed sex toys.”
“Why Star Wars-themed?”
I wince, not wanting to think about my sister and her fiancé at the moment. “Something to do with the first time Troy and Sarina had sex. Though, I believe there was an alien-shaped condom involved, too.” At Patton’s raised brow, I quickly say, “Never mind.”
Patton’s thumb brushes over one of the buttons, making the wand vibrate in his hand. With a sly smile, he drags the buzzing helmet down my stomach to the top of my slit, making my skin come alive under the vibration.
He pauses with a frown. “I don’t love the idea of Darth Vader going down on you.”
“Jealous? He does have a commanding presence.”
Patton doesn’t miss a beat. Still spooning me, he thrusts back inside me in one deliberate stroke, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Pretty sure I’m doing just fine in the ‘commanding presence’ department.”
He lowers the vibrator to my clit, and my entire body arches as waves of current run down my legs, curling my toes. My fingers fist the sheets as Patton starts moving again, increasing his rhythm and fucking me with such hard and fast strokes, I lose my breath.
His other hand roams over my chest, finding my nipple, twisting and pinching until I’m trembling in his arms. My pleasure mounts with every low groan I wrench from his throat and the rough drag of his breath against my skin.
Our moans mix with the sounds of our bodies colliding and the hum of the vibrator like a wild symphony, each note clashingin the most perfectly erotic tempo. The room is a cacophony of chaotic sounds, lustful sighs, and breathless gasps.
Filthy pleasure and unbridled need.
My orgasm looms right within reach as Patton rolls the vibrator over my clit, creating a hurricane inside my core as he continues to pound into me with a quickened pace.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t take it easy on me.
He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in so hard, I cry out again. “Oh my God. Oh, God, Patton. Please don’t stop. I’m so clo?—”
“I am your father.”
My climax comes to a screeching halt as the words die on my tongue. My eyes fly open.
What. The. Fuck?
I turn to glance over my shoulder at Patton, who looks like a deer in headlights. “Did you . . .? Did you just say that?”
