That one, my faithful star-bringer, now looks like a pencil worn to a stub next to the log currently staring at me.
Thank fuck I never got to the ‘try DP’ part of the list. I don’t want to give Preston false hope when I’m not even sure I can takejusthim. But hey. One delicious problem at a time.
Preston inspects each toy. “You brought fucking Disneyland to me, do you know that?” he mutters, flicking one on.
The sudden buzz makes me jump.
He glances up, attention back on me, wicked plans peeking behind his eyes. He turns it off and slides his palm up my slit, gathering everything I’m dripping for him and smearing it up my breasts in lazy strokes.
Then he licks it off. Starts at my nipples. Doesn’t stop until I’m panting his name for the whole city to hear while he plays with me—tugging, holding my tits up and taut for his greedy mouth. As if this is what he’s craved for years, not days.
“Are you ready for us, Mia?”
“Us?” My breath hitches. I’m worried, but more than that, I’m so fucking curious.
I stiffen, waiting. I don’t dare look.
And then I feel it: the tip of the vibrator nudging myentrance. It’s on a low speed, but my body doesn’t care. Preston’s about to fuck me with it. Oh yeah, I’m ready.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, hips rolling down to meet it. I need to be filled.
“You’re so wet, baby. It’s sliding right in. Your pussy is swallowing it whole.”
“More. Give me more.”
I meant the toy. But instead, he eases a finger in around it. Tight turns tighter, and a sweet burn welcomes them in, as my body makes room for both.
“More?” he growls. So dirty, so hopeful.
“Yes.” It’s the only possible answer. This feels twisted, but also good. So good.
His finger slips further, moving in tandem with the vibrator. Thrusting. Widening. Defying physics.
Jesus. Is this what it’ll feel like when he fucks me?
“Can you take one more?”
Oh God, it will feel like more. I need an ambulance on standby.
“You’re taking us so well, baby. Such afucking good girl.”
He was aiming for the ‘good girl’, but it’s that ‘us’ that’s pushing me closer to the brink. That blows away any trace of self-preservation I have left. I’m done for.
I fuck them back, his finger and my vibrator, until it all feels as one, until I’m dripping and shivering. It’s all blur, all pleasure, all need.
“More, please. I need one more.”
The second finger takes more work. My body fights it at first, but Preston turns on the bunny ears. That flicker against my clit is pure sabotage. I gasp, welcoming the newstretch with a cry. It’s beyond what I thought was my limit. And I’m loving it.
He’s slow. Intentional. But once he’s all the way in, both fingers pumping beside the toy, his calm flies out the window. His thrusts go wilder, his mouth spewing filth with the urgency of a man who’s lost control.
“Look at this perfect cunt,” he pants, watching me unravel. “Wide open. Desperate for more. For me. Ready to take my cock.”
“Yes. God, yes. I want it. I need you. Please.”
I reach for his shoulders, yanking him closer so he sees how serious I am.
“Don’t make me wait anymore. I want you so deep I don’t know who I was before this.”
