She’s stunning and perfect.
Like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe standing before me.
Like the body I always thought Leeva would have if she stopped resisting her natural shape and stopped starving herself to maintain that ballerina-thin frame.
Again, my eyes snap to where Guerilla’s tattoo would be on Leeva’s neck, and I relax when all I see is the unmarked, unblemished creamy skin.
This woman is not Leeva.
My siren does have a tattoo, though—a Buddhist endless knot is between her breasts.
“You’re exquisite,” I exhale in appreciation. “Spread your legs.”
Still wearing her stilettos, she gracefully steps out from the silk pooled at her feet and widens her legs. Her nipples look painfully taut.
“Slide one finger into that wet cunt,” I order, making her skin flush, and I need to fight like hell to remain still and not touch her yet. “Finger-fuck yourself, siren. Show me how you like it done.”
Her breath hitches, but she obeys.
And, holy hell, watching her finger sink into her… move in and out of her… the way she stops to swirl around her clit beforepushing back in… It nearly makes me lose control, and I never lose control.
“Taste yourself,” I order, my words thick with need.
Her flush spreads and deepens.
“There’s no shame, siren. There’s only pleasure with me. Let yourself feel it and let go.”
Her hand lifts to her full, pouty lips, and her finger slips inside. I groan, just imagining how good she tastes.
But I don’t go in for a taste. Not yet. Instead, I walk to the toy wall and select a vibrator.
Turning back to her, I command, “Lie on the bed. Knees bent so I can see that beautiful pussy.”
I watch her ass sway as she walks. The amount of pre-cum leaking from my dick is obscene.
Once she’s positioned on the bed, I walk to her and hand her the vibrator. Her hand trembles slightly as she takes it.
“Put it in, siren.”
I watch in rapt attention as she holds it to her glistening, wet pussy and starts to work it in. It’s not the biggest toy, but it isn’t small, either. However, she has trouble getting it in, and my excitement and need claw even higher.
“Stop.” My command is harsh, but she obeys, looking at me with uncertainty.
I’ll be damned if I let a toy stretch out that tight cunt; my dick is going to get all that pleasure.
I go back to the wall and select a much smaller one off the shelf, then return to the bed, stalking toward her like a wolf hunting its prey, as she hungrily stares at me through her mask.
Taking the larger vibrator from her, I toss it onto the bed and hand her the smaller one. But rather than step back and let her do it herself while I watch, I place my hand over hers, and together we bring it to her pussy. Just as the tip touches her clit, I turn it on, and she moans.
My control frays.
I wanted to watch her fuck herself, for her to show me what she likes, but my need to touch her is too much.
Her back arches and her mouth parts as the toy slides into her. I dream of slipping my cock between her parted lips, choking and gagging her, stealing her air, as tears stream down her face while I fuck her with a toy. Maybe a double-pronged one—either to double-stuff her pussy or to have one in her pussy and one in her ass.
I feel more pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock as it throbs with the need for release.
Her head twists back and forth as I fuck her with the vibrator. “Oh God.”
