She sucks in a sharp breath, leaning forward as my length parts her cheeks, sliding between them, and I watch her body shake with the vibrations from the two toys, mouth watering at the image of what she’ll look like when I’m inside of her too.
Gripping the front of her neck with one hand, I pull her back, straight up so she’s against me, removing the stimulation to her clit, just the tip of the dildo left inside of her now, but at this angle, it’s probably just rolling over her G over and over. I need her to focus onme.
“Or are you still telling yourself my cock is the only thing you like about me, little liar?”
Lips pressed together, she lets her head roll on my shoulder, numbing herself in the sensations she gets with me, but I need answers from her tonight.
I think I was wrong.
I don’t have it in me to wait any longer. Four years and seven months without a woman’s touch went by quicker than this hour has, watching her so close to the edge, over and over again, without me inside of her. Keeping her heart locked down and her mouth shut just as tight.
I’m fucking done playing the nice guy. My monster is coming out to play.
“You going to make me pull the truth out of you again?” I ask her. “Your cunt always tells me the truth, you think your ass will too?”
TWENTY-EIGHT
LEXI
I can barely hold myself upright as I hear the foil of the condom. Even though I can’t see what he’s doing behind my back, I can feel the motion of his body as he slides his cock from between my cheeks and wraps himself up.
He was right about one thing. No one has ever used my body like they owned it before, and it’s an addiction I might hate him for creating within me.
I can’t see anyone else making me feel the way he makes me feel. Like I’ll die if I don’t get more. The need for him that’s more pressing than water, or oxygen. The way my next breath can’t compete with Wilder Amante.
The toy inside of me is nearly enough to make me come on its own, but his threat is holding my orgasm at bay. He’s not stopping until he’s had enough, and if I come now, I will jump out of my skin in overstimulation from him, the toy that’s been teasing my clit for way too long, or the g-spot missile locker that’s annihilating me right now, much less all three at the same time.
I need him to focus on the pleasure, get lost in my body the way I do in his, and leave the questions at the door.
It doesn’t matter now anyway.
Tonight’s the last time we’ll see each other, right?
And the last thing I want to think about when I could be enjoying all of him is what tomorrow will bring.
I take the chance while he’s preoccupied with wrapping his dick and turn up the vibration on the toy in front, melting into it as the rhythm intensifies, trying to suck my soul out through my clit.
The thick head of the other one spins inside of me, hitting my spot in a way that’s almost too intense, before drawing back and giving me relief. I could get lost in the symphony of these two toys together, ramping up the speed and intensity of both until it crescendos and I break, cresting and falling in the perfect orgasm.
Focusing on the immediate pleasure, I forget about the consequences for just a second and let myself enjoy the intensity of the moment. My hips rock harder, faster, giving just as much to the mount as I’m taking from it.
“Goddamn,” Wilder breathes from behind me, his voice scraping over my sensitive skin in that guttural way of his.
“Hurry,” I tell him, grinding harder. “You wanted to watch, here’s your chance.”
I hear the loud squirt of the lube bottle, and a low masculine noise before I realize what’s happening.
Lost in the feel of what’s between my legs, I lose sight of what’s going on behind me until his fingers probe my back entrance, taking my breath in a loud gasp.
That must be at least two, and he’s lucky I had that plug in and can take it. Two of his fingers are the size of most guys’ entire package. And then some.
He presses into me, pulling a moan out of me as I sink into the magical sensation of being so fucking full I can barely breathe.
Isn’t that what he promised me?
He’s delivering.
I never thought I’d admit it, but Wilder Amante always does.
