Smirking, I pull his drawer open. Inside is a long box wrapped in butcher paper and a golden ribbon bow. “What is this?”
“Open it.”
Glancing between my husband and the box in my hands, I make quick work of unwrapping the package. He’s grinning when I look up at him. “A thrusting dildo?”
“The best one money could buy,” he confirms smugly. “It’s already washed and charged, so get your beautiful ass naked, coat it with lube, and let me watch as you stuff your pussy full and fuck yourself.”
Goddamn. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I do as he says, stripping for him, before positioning myself so he has a front-row seat for the show. He moans when I spread my legs, putting his phone down so I can see him fisting his cock. Pre-cum glistens as it beads at the tip, and I wish he was here so I could wrap my lips around him.
“Show me what that thing can do, baby girl,” Griffin says, his eyes on the toy in my hand.
I suck in a breath as I turn it on. The head of the silicone toy thrusts forward before withdrawing and thrusting again. Testing out the settings, I click the power button again, and the mechanical dick moves faster. Another click has the whole thing vibrating as it moves.
“Damn. This is going to be so hot,” my husband murmurs as he strokes his dick. “Now, lube that dick up and fuck yourself hard, Mira. I want you to fill yourself with one hard thrust like I would if I were with you.”
His eyes glitter with lust as I generously lube the toy and position it at my entrance.
“That’s right, sweetheart, just like that. Now stretch that tight little hole and turn on your toy. I want to hear you scream my name.”
With my gaze on his through the phone, I obey, pushing the toy into my pussy with one slow movement. The silky lube helps it glide inside, but the toy is thick, and I throw my head back and curse as I fill myself. It feels so good already, but not nearly as good as Griffin’s cock.
“Turn it on.”
As soon as I press the button, the toy begins to thrust inside of me. I gasp when I push it deeper, my pussy clenching around it as it drags along my inner walls. “Oh, god, Griffin.”
“Look at you,” he says. His voice is low and hungry, and when I watch him through the phone, his arm moves faster, the muscles flexing as he fists his dick. “You’re so pretty. So perfect. The way you take that toy like such a greedy girl.” His words trail off in a moan as he continues to stroke himself. The sound fills my lower belly with fire.
“Griffin…”
“I know, baby. You wish it was my cock stuffing your tight little pussy, don’t you? You wish my fingers were digging into your hips while I fuck you hard and fast.”
“Yes,” I gasp as the toy drags along my inner walls again and again.
“If I were there, it would be my dick you were creaming, not some fake cock. You’d be begging me to let you come, but I’d make you taste yourself first. I’d pull out, tell you to open your pretty mouth, then fill it with my cock and make you lick off every drop of your cream.”
“Oh, fuck.” I moan, and Griffin chuckles darkly.
“You know what, baby girl? Take that toy out of your pussy. Right now.”
My eyes widen at his command, and I hesitate.
“Now, Mira. Be my good little girl and suck every drop of your arousal off that toy. And don’t you dare turn it off. I want to hear you gag when it fucks your throat.”
Oh my god. I hesitate for another few seconds before doing as he asked. His eyes grow even more hooded as I pull the toy free and let him see my thick arousal coating the length of it. This is so dirty. Wrong. But damn it all, I’m desperate to please him, so I open my mouth wide and take it into my mouth. Thesmoky flavor of my slick mixes with the light fruity taste of the lube as I close my lips around it.
“That’s it, sunshine. Suck your cum off the toy. Every inch of it. Take it all the way, baby.”
I gag as the toy thrusts once I have the full length of it in my mouth, and Griffin moans again in response. Bobbing my head, I make a show of it for my husband, gagging again when it hits the back of my throat. Griffin is fucking his hand faster now, and I’m aching. My clit throbs, begging for attention.
“Such a good girl. So perfect. Now, put the toy down, spread those creamy thighs, and play with your clit. I’m gonna come, and I want to watch your pussy pulse as I do.”
The first touch of my fingers on my swollen clit has me crying out. I circle the throbbing bundle of nerves, speeding up to match the rhythm of Griffin stroking himself. It’s so damn hot. I won’t last long.
“Look at you.” Griffin grunts, his abs twitching. His voice is strained, and I know he’s close. “You’re so wet. Your pussy is glistening, begging me to fill it.”
“Yes,” I say, gasping as pressure builds low in my stomach. Fingers circle my clit faster and faster to the sound of Griffin’s pants and groans and the slick sound of his hand sliding up and down his lubed cock.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get home, baby. Gonna tie you to our bed and have my way with you over and over and over until you beg me to stop.”
