I groan, pre-cum leaking at the sight. God, I would do anything to be inside her right now, to feel her walls tightening around me as I slide the plug in all the way.
“Tripp, please? I can’t—"
I pause instantly. “Do you need me to take it out?”
It’s barely inside her, but she shouldn’t do more if it doesn’t feel good.
She shakes her head. “No, I just—I need more of you.”
“Use your words, Quinnie. Tell me what you want.”
I wanted to hear her say it—want the words pouring off her tongue, thick and sweet like honey.
“I want your cock, Tripp.”
“That’s my girl. Tell me where you want it," I say, sliding it over her ass, watching the streak of pre-cum glistening on her skin.
She moans, hips moving, the plug sliding deeper. “I want your cock inside me—want you to fuck my pussy.” She looks back at me, eyes wide and a little wild, like she’s shocked the words came out of her mouth.
I smile. “God, you’re so hot when you talk dirty.”
I push her chest to the bed and line up with her entrance, teasing her with the head of my cock. She tips her hips, and I enter her with a single thrust, sliding the plug all the way in to the base.
Fuck.
The sound that leaves her throat is the most gratifying thing I’ve ever heard. It’s a sweet combination of a grunt and a moan, and I think I could come from that sound alone.
“Oh my God,” she gasps as I pull out to the tip and then rock back into her.
My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I do it again, gliding slowly out of her before slamming back in.
“You look so pretty with this right here,” I say, sliding a finger to the gem that’s twinkling at me between her cheeks. I press on it so she can feel exactly where I want to take her next.
She looks at me over her shoulder like she wishes she could see what I see. Her breath hitches as I pull back and slam into her again.
“You feel so good,” she pants.
I twist the plug, and she lets out a tortured moan, dropping her head to the mattress. Her body grips me like it doesn’t want to let go, and for a second, I let myself believe she never will.Right now, there’s no denying it. She looks like mine.
“Can you come just from this?”
“I—I don’t know,” she murmurs, breathless.
I reach for the vibrator on the bed and slide it to her.
“Use this,” I grunt as I rock into her again. “Fuck. I’m not gonna last long with you like this. You feel so tight. Fucking perfect, Quinnie.“
Holding myself back is pure torture.I spread her cheeks and watch as I glide in and out while her ass is filled with the toy I bought just for her. Yeah, I definitely wasn’t going to last.
The low buzz of the vibrator fills the room, and her walls flutter around me as she rests it on her clit.
“Jesus,” I groan, willing myself to hold it together for a little while longer.
“More,” she breathes. “Fuck me harder.”
God, I love it when she tells me what she wants, completely unabashed.
I grip her hips and draw her back to me, not fucking her harder like she asked, but deeper. I roll my hips, in heaven as she tightens around me, warm and wet and...Fuck. Not yet.
