She pours the lube right onto the toy before dripping some onto her finger tips. She reaches between my legs and circles my hole, making it nice and wet.
“You don’t have to be so gentle,” I say right before she slides a finger inside me. It’s a nice feeling but hardly enough. She slips another finger inside, starting to fill me the way I want.
Her fingers curl, massaging me, I take deep breaths, appreciating the sensation.
“Relax,” she encourages. “I’m sure you want it rough, but why would I give you what you want right from the start?”
Her other hand reaches for my balls, massaging them in time with her curling fingers. My lips fall open and deep breaths turn to deep moans. I raise my head to look at her, smiling at me kindly while her eyes are devious, like she’s a devil herself.
“Minnie, please, I want you to fuck me.”
“And I will. When I decide you’re ready.” My head flops back onto the pillow and she laughs. “Such a spoiled brat.”
I grit my teeth and mutter, “You’re the brat.”
She squeezes my balls, and my whole body goes stiff. She releases me, and I catch my breath, like I’ve survived an attempted assassination by suffocation. Then she slaps them, the stinging sensation making my head spin.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “I’m sorry, please! I want you.”
She pulls her fingers out, and I stifle a whimper. Her hands grab my thighs, opening them like a gate. I lift my head again so I can watch her press the toy against my hole.
“Keep your legs open,” she commands.
Then she releases one of my thighs to grab the shaft of the toy to guide it inside me. The head slides in, then she pushes her hips forward, fitting perfectly between my thighs.
“You’re so big Minnie,” I gasp.
She laughs, her face still scarlet but nowhere near as widespread as before, the color resting on the rounds of her cheeks.
Once she’s fully inside me, she begins rutting her hips. My lips are shut, trying to contain my moans. Then she grabs a handful of my curls and pulls my head back, my mouth opening for her. I moan and gasp, the sharp pain pairing perfectly with the pleasure between my legs.
“A girl could get used to this…” Her hips slow. “Keep your mouth open.”
I do as she says, and she spits in it, a warm glob of her saliva pooling on my tongue. Always so attentive, her hips begin to buck faster and harder.
I swallow her gift to me before gasping, “I’m at your beck and call. I can be your toy.”
“I don’t want a toy,” she tells me without hesitation. She grabs my thighs again, pushing them up so my knees are against my chest. “I want a man–one who will tell me how much he loves being under me.” Her nails leave claw marks on my skin.
A growl leaves my lips. “I want your dick every day, Minnie.” She bites her lip. “You’re the only mortal I’ll ever let fuck me–the only mortal Iwantto fuck me.” With a wide grin, I sigh, “The only one who can satisfy me.”
She releases my thighs, one hand now against my upper chest and the other returning to my cock.
As soon as she touches between my legs I lift my hips in need. “Yes! Yes, Minnie, please!”
She uses her hand on my chest as an anchor as she grinds against me. “It’s adorable how you beg. I should keep you here just for that.”
“Hells,” I curse. “Keep me here, keep me in your bed.”
“Only if you’re good,” she warns.
Her hand strokes me faster, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I burst. My moans become more strained, more desperate. Minnie keeps fucking me with her toy and hand, a steady rhythm that reaches my heart, thudding in my ears. Finally, I grab the sheets, threatening to tear them as I finish, warm seed spreading across my chest.
Seeing this, Minnie gives me a few more deep thrusts, her hand firmly holding the base of my cock. More thick ropes spill onto my body, till eventually it dwindles to little drops. Minnie releases my length, sliding out of me, and I catch my breath.
She flops down beside me, her breathing as heavy as mine. “How do you feel?”
“An odd question to ask.” I need another moment to gather myself. “When I’m a feeble mess in front of you.”
