“Don’t tell me you can’t do more than one pump,” I goad, like I’m not going to have trouble sitting for a week from just his head. But getting one over on him would be worth it.
He chuckles and it’s a dangerous sound.
“Your ass is trying to choke the cum out of me and you’ve got jokes?”
Pulling back on my body, he thrusts forward with a sharp snap of his own hips, and I pulse forward, pussy slamming into the mount, toy bottoming out inside of me as I take more of Wilder in the back.
“Fuck!” I can’t keep the cry in, even though I try.
“Fuck,” he echoes, pausing there as we both adjust to the feel of it.
And then the toy inside me makes another round, pressing along my front wall, then spinning around back.
“Fuuuuuck,” he breathes out, feeling it through the thin wall separating both of my entrances.
“Oh God,” I whimper, the sensation of being filled in both holes starting to work me over.
“Don’t tell me you can’t take more than one pump,” he chides,tskingme in reprimand.
“Fuck you,Chef.” If I could flip him off, I would, but my hands are busy clutching the mount for my life right now.
His knees press further into the mattress behind me, knocking my legs out to spread wider for him, and I struggle to adjust while being impaled from two different directions. Below and behind.
“Anything for you, Boss.”
And then he starts moving. In a slow, long pump, getting as deep as he can before pulling back, leaving me clutching for purchase at the hollow emptiness he leaves behind.
On his second stroke, he hits the rotating head again, and we both groan.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, but his voice is steady when he speaks. “Start riding it. Take two cocks at once and own what a greedy cunt you have.”
I gasp as my hips start moving again, the toy hitting all the right spots inside of me while I adjust to the feel of him in my other hole. When I get deep enough that the clit sucker starts to pull on me again, I know I’m in trouble.
“Fuck,” I gasp out, head thrown back.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” he promises, like he hasn’t already. “Every hole on your body. Mine.”
The words are gritted through clenched teeth, and I can imagine the sweat on his brow beneath that black hair, those dark eyes heavy-lidded in pleasure as he’s holding my hips and thrusting, meeting me as I dip down on the toys, so fucking full I don’t know how to process the pleasure.
I nod, unable to use words, not knowing what I’d even say. My body does the talking for me. Leaning into him, taking every inch he gives me as I ride both him and the silicone cock, my clit getting teased in time with all of it.
“You need more, little liar?” he asks, pumping faster. “Two holes not enough for my little fuck toy?”
I want to bristle at the degrading term, but I like it way too much. My nerves light up, pleasure signals overtaking everything else in my brain, and all I can feel is the high of this moment, of what he does to me. Manages to make every time feel like a new first. To give me what I need but would never ask him for.
And while I’m lost in the moment, swimming in the fullness, the tease and torture of it all, he brings up his other hand, and presses three clean fingers to my lips, pushing past them and onto my tongue.
My eyes roll back in my head, as my brain empties. There are no thoughts left in my system other than what this man is doing to me. What it feels like to be so full of him, I’m not sure I can even breathe.
His fingers filling my mouth, two toys on my pussy, and his cock buried deep in my ass.
Moaning around his fingers, I suck on instinct, working his fingers like they’ll come down my throat if I do it right.
“Jesus,” he says hoarsely, gripping me harder with his other hand, like he needs the purchase to stay tethered to this plane.
I know the feeling.
Leaning back into everything he’s giving me, I turn it all over to him. Whatever this man wants to do to me, he can. And then some.
