She scrambled to her feet, quickly undressing. I got the full view of her glorious body. The half sleeve of tattoos, the curves of her body that outlined with even more ink, and a view of her juicy ass swaying with every movement.
There was a metallic clinking noise from the drawer and I heard the subtle gasp. I may have put a few extra things in that drawer. A few adventurous items that would spark that curious mind of hers. “Pick something and bring it here.”
She closed her hand tightly, that little ache growing into a fire inside. She brought two little items, not the ones I truly wanted to play with, but two that would fill her with every desire. A small red bullet vibrator and a suction cup dildo, much smaller than me, she’d soon have one that truly stretch her.
“You want to be full, peaches?” I asked her, tilting her chin when she came back.
“I don’t want to think,” she said.
“Undress me, Amelia. And I’ll give you anything you want.” My lips ghosted over hers.
Chapter 41
Amelia
When I said I was fucking horny, it was like I was replaced by a sex demon that controlled all my desires and needs. And in front of me was a man that would graciously give in and give me what I needed.
To be lost and away from my own mind.
I undressed him, eyes outlining the curves and lines of his muscles. The light hair on his chest, and even the light trail from his navel to his sprung cock. He wanted to play, and I wanted to be unleashed, to be used for mutual pleasure, to trust someone to know what I could take and what I needed.
The man was a depiction of perfection, ungodly beauty.
“Is that pussy wet? Or do you need some help?” he asked. Shooter knew that I was a fucking waterfall down below.
But that didn’t stop him from spreading my pussy with his fingers to check. “Oh, drenched to perfection.” He teasingly grazed over my pussy like it was own little play toy. One hand playing with my clit and the other gripping my ass, giving it a smack.
“I think you’re ready, but there’s lube in the top drawer, go put a little on there,” he whispered in my ear as he took the suctioned dildo and placed it on the floor.
I did as he asked, but I knew it would slip in nice and easy, unlike his cock. Shooter started stroking his cock, watching as I sank down to my knees, grabbing it, easing myself there. It wasn’t a full stretch, but it could keep my mind from thinking briefly.
“What a beautiful sight, you taking that cock, wishing it was me.” He stepped closer to me, tilting my chin. “Look at us, knowing what we both need.”
“I just need you,” I whimpered, already on the edge.
“You have me, always.” He bent down, kissing me softly. The soft hum of the little bullet came between us. “You want to know the best part?” he asked, ghosting the bullet over my already sensitive clit. “You can come whenever and however many you want.”
When I said I didn’t want to think, he’d knew the tried and true way, fuck every one of my senses and braincells until I numb and spent.
Every movement I made only made the cock inside press against me, like I was riding him slowly and in agony. The gentle vibration had me teetering.
“Now open, peaches, and remember how to stop me.” Shooter stepped closer, his cock in his hand, nudging my mouth wide.
With one hand tangled in hair, pulling it sent shots of glorious pleasurable pain through my body. His cock thrusting in and out of my mouth as the bullet and the cock inside me pulled me closer to the edge of the first orgasm.
My body felt like there was a fire burning inside and I just needed to release it. Shooter’s cock stretched my mouth as bits of spit and drool came pooling from me. We were a wet sloppy mess. He was using me for his pleasure and it only made mehappy inside. His grunts and curses sent me over the edge as my pussy fluttered from the first round of orgasm.
“There’s my dirty girl. That cock filling you up, getting you ready for me,” he huffed out, as he kept working my mouth.
I squeezed his thigh with my free hand, agreeing with him. Our mixture of sounds flooded me with wild sensations. I could feel the pressure of another one coming through me.
“Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.” He pulled out as I stuck out my tongue waiting for him. He teased me, slapping his cock on my tongue. “Ride that cock inside you, peaches, let me see.” He kept his cock on my tongue, waiting for me to give us both what he wanted.
I started rocking my hips around it, picturing him holding my hips, having me slam onto him. Soon I exploded, a small cry of the glorious release. My body started singing, pulling me into a delirium.
Shooter growled, knowing I was on the edge of bliss. He pulled me up off the dildo that glistened with my cum. He pulled me up making me wrap my legs around him. “Your next orgasm is mine.”
I nodded, “It’s yours. I want you inside me.”
