His lips are parted, wet as I squeeze around him experimentally, watching to see if he reacts to that... if he can feel it. The answer is yes, because he drops his head against the mattress, frustration in the breath that he releases as I sit there, his cock throbbing inside of me.
“Fuck, little doll,” he whispers, his voice straining with need. “I need you to move.”
“I will, baby.” I tell him, not even stopping to think about the name that slips past my lips unbidden. “When I'm ready.”
His eyes are glassy with need, like an addict fiending for his fix, and it makes me smirk.
“Please?”
Fuck.
Okay.
That… does something to me. Something filthy.
“You want me to fuck you?” I venture, despite knowing the answer.
He nods helplessly.
“Then let me hear you beg me.”
“Please?” He tries, his fingers curling like he's searching for purchase. His hips jut a bit, but I lift off him, removing the warmth I've been soaking him in, and he falls flat.
He's a quick learner.
“Little doll,” he groans, and his lips tremble to sell the point. He's either an excellent actor, or he's on the verge of destruction. “Please. Please fuck me.”
I'm about to shake my head no and tell him to try harder when his voice breaks over a whimper.
“Please.”
It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard, and it makes me want to give him exactly what he wants... what I want, too.
I sink around him again, settling all the way before rocking my hips to make sure I've taken him in as deep as he can go. The pleasure ripples through my stomach, stealing my breath as he tosses his head back, relieved. It doesn't last long, because when I begin to rock my hips against him, taking him deep and then pulling back so much that he nearly slips out from inside me, he groans.
“I won't last like this.” He confesses, his breathing ragged. “It's too much.”
“You can do it.” I assure him, breathing through the pressure that his cock chases through me as I tilt my hips, taking him to a deeper place inside of me and causing us both to groan.
He's actually fucking sweating, his skin glistening as I plant a hand on his chest and use the leverage to work myself over him, faster and faster. My thrusts grow sloppy as I pick up speed, his breathing desperate as his nails bite into his palms, his cock impaling me with each dip of my hips.
“Fuck, little doll. I can’t...”
I can tell he's close when a little furrow develops between his eyebrows, like he's concentrating really hard on not spilling inside me yet.
Good.
I don't allow him to hold off, doubling my pace until his hips are twisting beneath me, his lips quaking with the series of groans and breaths leaving him rapidly. He creates a fucking symphony in his bedroom, and it's a beautiful composition, an ode to heady, unrestricted pleasure.
I think the pleasure must give way to pain at some point, based on how he seems to stop breathing, like he's holding tight to something.
He doesn't speak; he seems incapable of it as he lies there with his eyes heavy on me, like he's been drugged on the sex, while I chase my own pleasure.
When I angle myself just right, it lets him reach a deeper point inside of me, chasing pleasure into places it's never reached. I dig my nails into Cal's chest, seeking purchase as I go after what I want with reckless abandon.
I use him as my fuckingtoy—a dildo with nothing attached, something I can manipulate inside of me to bring me the release I need. It builds faster than any other time I've done this alone, spurred on by his keening sounds, desperation thick as I drive him past overstimulation, taking advantage of his cock for as long as I can.
Iscreamwhen the heat bursts through me, flashing white-hot from the place he’s buried deep inside me, in my fucking womb.
