Slowing down over the toys, I hum as I soak in the way he feels, stretching me out as I ride.
He leans forward around me, turning down the speed of the clit sucker once more, and I could cry at the loss of the pressure of it.
Being single for as long as I have, I’ve developed a dependency on alotof sensations to get the job done.
There’s only so long you can fuck silicone until you have to get creative with it.
For me, that looks like max levels of vibration, multiple toys, and surprising even myself with my creativity in the bedroom.
A whisper of a touch ain’t gonna cut it for me.
“Lean forward,” he growls behind me, the puff of his words chilling the skin over my spine.
I do what he says, because I’m basically a puppet on his hand right now, and even the bitchiest parts of me don’t want the fun to stop.
When it does, I’ll have to face whatever comes next, which is ahell nofrom me.
Even if I come right now, I’ll blow him all night to drag this out, to keep the inevitable from showing up too soon. But I can do better than coming already.
“Take what you need from it,” he urges, using those fingers to probe and stretch me, learning the only part of me he’s yet to discover.
My hips listen before my ears do, grinding down to make up for the loss of pressure with my own body weight.
The moaning might give me away, but I’m too far gone to care if he knows I’m getting off on what he’s doing to me.
“That’s it,” he says, fingers flexing, prepping me for more. “Just like that,bella. Make that thing suck you off the way you like it.”
“Oh God,” I whimper, his words tipping me closer than the toys are.
“It’s your cunt, Lexi. Own it. It’s the prettiest, greediest one I’ve ever seen.”
His fingers scissor inside of me and then they’re gone, in an instant, leaving me gasping at the emptiness.
“Now I want to know what this tight hole feels like.”
Before I can brace myself, his head is nudging at my ass, parting my cheeks, and using the ample lube he prepped with to slide himself in.
My hands fall to the mount, catching me as I nearly topple forward from the insane pressure of it.
“Shit,” I hiss as he notches in, the head filling me in a way my plug will never live up to again.
This position has me choking, the toys working me in tandem in a way that sends my nervous system singing, humming, the release so close.
I don’t know if he feels it, or he’s just an asshole, but he pulls my hips backward, taking pressure off of the toys and further impaling me on his thick shaft.
I hiss out another sharp breath at the stretch of it, the impossible fullness that burns. But my insides tingle, pussy heating newly at the way I’m overloaded right now.
“Tightest ass in the world.” Wilder’s words barely make it past his teeth, and I hear him let out a slow breath, like he’s barely keeping it together.
It makes me smirk, knowing I’m finally getting to him.
“That funny, little liar?”
You’d think with my street smarts I’d be able to sense danger, but maybe I’m just a dumb fuck because I bait him.
“Having issues, Chef?”
Clenching my ass for good measure, I make sure he feels just how tight I can be and fight a giggle at the curse he lets out under his breath.
