YourMan64: Now that’s a pussy that can take a hard fuck.
“Is that true, Wildcat? Can you take it hard and fast? Or do you prefer slow and sensual?”
I shake my head slowly. He had it right the first time.
In the moments of weakness where I’ve allowed myself to imagine how he would fuck me, it’s always frantic and rough. Like if we don’t take the moment while we have it, we might lose it altogether.
I always thought that if anything ever happened between us, it would be a one-time-mistake kind of situation.
Not on my end, but on his.
But between this and the things my mother said when she was here, I’m starting to think Colten has wanted this for longer than I initially thought.
“I should have known.” He chuckles softly. “You’re perfect in every way. Of course you’d want to be fucked the same way I want to fuck you.”
The moan that tumbles from me isn’t the kind I practiced when I first started my account. No, it’s raw and real, and Colten’s eyes flash with renewed heat as he holds my gaze.
“Move the toy to your entrance and hold it there. Tease your needy hole and drive them wild all at once.”
The toy notches in place, the soft vibrations making me clench against it. He’s right. I am needy. I’m desperate. I’ve never craved an orgasm like I do this one.
DanTheSnack: Such a slut.
LAGuy: Do it, baby. Fuck yourself.
YourMan64: Your pussy is trying to suck the toy inside.
I whine, the sound escaping of its own accord.
“You need it, don’t you, Lex? You need to be fucked? You need the toy to take away the ache?”
I nod, shifting my hips without conscious thought.
“Go on then. Slide the toy inside your perfect paradise. I want to see you stretch around it the way you’re going to stretch around my cock.”
Jesus, take the goddamn wheel.
How is it fair for him to look the way he does while also having such a filthy mouth?
I drag a ragged breath into my lungs and slowly press the toy forward, seating it against the place inside me that makes me gush.
The comments come in too fast for me to read them, and honestly, the fog of pleasure is too thick for me to process anything other than how badly I need to come.
Gifts appear every few seconds, but I’m too far gone to acknowledge them.
I move my gaze to Colten, who has his phone propped up on the arm of the couch while his other hand pumps his cock lazily.
His very large, very hard cock.
Jesus.
Is that thing even real? It looks like one of the dildos my subscribers go nuts for.
When I finally drag my eyes off his length, I’m met by a cocky smirk.
“You like what you see, Wildcat? You thinking about how good it’ll feel when it’s me inside you instead of a vibrator? Because that’s exactly what I’m thinking about. I’ll be lucky if I don’t embarrass myself by coming before I can even get halfway inside you.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from answering him.
