He holds up a hand. “No. Leave them on.” My body purrs.
The toy buzzes to life in my hand. I lower it to my pussy, running the tip along my covered slit. My body goes rigid, contact so great my eyes roll into the back of my skull.
Hayes nods appreciatively, humming his satisfaction. It’s taking everything in him not to claim me—this, but he holds firm, keeping his promise.
I do it a few times, the touch teasing my senses. My back arches, breaths short before he interrupts. “Put it inside you, Collins. Pull those dainty little panties to the side so I can see you take it.” He tugs his hair again, frustrated. “I fucking need to see this.”
His desperation fuels me. I hook my fingers again, pulling the fabric until my toy can enter. It’s sudden, the intrusion, and my body clamps down as I gasp against the spike in pain.
“My poor viper,” he chuckles darkly. “If the size of this toy gives you trouble, how will you takemycock?” He continues to stroke his dick and my core clenches.
Pulling the toy out, I ease it back in, moaning. “I never said?—"
“Don’t worry, Collins.” He licks his lip, watching me slowly play. “You’d look so good, filled with my cock. We’d make it fit.”
Wet noises float through the room as I pant, letting the tip of the dolphin touch my clit, buzzing with each thrust. I’m soaked and the toy glides through my folds effortlessly.
“You look good wide open like that, Collins. How does it feel?”
I shake my head, stripped bare as our eyes meet. “Horrible.”
He pouts playfully. “We don’t lie to our future spouses, sweetheart.”
The toy increases in speed and my body starts to unfurl, feeling the tingle of an orgasm starting. My fingers tremble and my pussy flutters, eager for more.
“Look at it slide through that wet fucking mess,” he praises. “All this for me? There’s no way you’d last without a release.”
“I could have,” I pant.
He tsks. “Nolying. God, you really are terrible at it.” He leans forward, elbows digging into his thighs. “You’re a needy slut, ready to be filled. You’d die without a cock inside you. And considering I don’t fucking share, this is what you get. Your fiancé watching you take a blue dildo while he fucks his palm to it.” He laughs quietly. “Though I will say, I’m pretty happy with how the events of the night unfolded.”
“Shut up,” I breathe. “I’m fucking close and I don’t need you ruining it.”
“Ruining it?” He snorts. “Ruining it would be this.”
He’s there, hand grabbing the toy, pulling it free from my pussy. Startled, I jerk up, eyes wide, tears forming at the corners.
“Hayes, wait?—”
“Ruining it would be taking this little toy away.” He smiles, lips brushing my cheek. “Ruining it would be forbidding you from ever touching yourself again. And if you think I’m not crazy enough to stay up for days on end to make sure it happened, you don’t know me very well.”
The line is between his brows. He means every word.
Panting, I shake my head. But no words form.
“Words, baby. Tell me. Do you want me to ruin this?”
“No!” I shout, body shaking, the denied orgasm just out of reach. I physically ache at the abrupt stop.
“Good girl.” He uses one hand to push me down, the other hand slowly pushing the toy back inside me. He hovers, greedy eyes taking all this in, fascinated by it.
Legs spread, chest heavy, I wrap my palm around his wrist as he begins to fuck me with the toy. I try to care—to form guilt, shame—but all I feel is euphoria at finally being filled again.
Hayes’ scent—clean, fresh, woodsy—surrounds me and I inhale, letting him play with my body as if it was designed for him.
“Now, this, Collins,” he says quietly, “is true fucking art. Your pussy sucking in this toy, dripping all over my hand. She’s hungry for me. And all you have to do is say the word and it’s yours.”
Say the word?“No,” I moan, body tightening. He responds, knowing what my body needs, increasing the speed, his cock pushing into my thigh. Fuck, what would it feel like to have that inside me?
