“Exactly that.”
I pull my hand back, think about what I want for half a second, then lean in close to his face.
He stays still even as I get close, even as I tip his chin up. He stays still even as I pry his mouth open and push two fingers past his teeth, deep enough to fuck his mouth with my hand and drag it back out coated in thick, stringy spit.
“There we go,” I say, watching the spit rope off my fingers. “Just needed to borrow some lube for your other hole.”
I reach behind him.
Two fingers, slicked with his own throat spit, go inside his ass.
He stays still while I work him open, and the effort it takes is written in every line of his body. I can feel him clenching, fighting his own biology, and I get my mouth back on his nipple, biting down hard while I scissor my fingers apart inside him.
Watching himnot reactto any of it is the most insane thing I’ve ever been into. I’ll seriously have to unpack that later.
Or never. Never is also an option.
“You gonna be quiet for me?” I ask against his skin. “Yeah, you are. Dolls don’t talk back.” I suck hard, drag my teeth. His breathing breaks into short, punched-out exhales right against my ear and I amlosing my fucking mind.“Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze my fingers. Let me feel how tight that pussy is—”
He does, even though I know it’s not on purpose.
I pull my fingers back, spit into my palm, and push back in with three. The choked gasp that almost escapes him is the closest thing to a noise I’ve gotten.
A car door slams a couple spots over. I couldn’t give a shit, but Kit’s eyes dart toward the sound—some basic survival instinct breaking through the doll act for a split second.
I clamp my hand around his jaw.
“Don’t look at them. You’re not out there. You’re my property right now.”
The red flush on his face burns deeper.
I work my fingers inside his hole, curling them forward every few strokes, finding that one spot that makes his breath hitch and stumble.
His sweats are in the way, so I just shove them down to his mid-thigh, as far as they go. There’s something so fucking dirty about not even bothering to strip him naked. Just peeling back enough to use his holes like a cheap truck-stop slut.
Yeah, I’m so turned on, I think I’m going a little insane.
I lean in, grab that slack jaw, tip his head back, and spit straight into his open mouth. He stays perfectly still, my spit pooling on his tongue until it spills over his bottom lip and drools down his chin.
My brain shorts out completely, and my dick twitches so hard I almost blow right there.
“Fuck,” I say, and it comes out broken, barely a word. “Fuck, look what you’re doing to me, you little cunt. You see this? You see how fucking hard you make me?”
I shove my fingers back into his mouth, the same ones that were just knuckle-deep in his ass. Two, then three, burying them to the knuckles until his throat clamps down on them.
I fuck his mouth with my hand while I watch his face stay blank.
“Yeah, you take that. You take whatever the fuck I decide to feed you. Spit. Fingers. Cock.” I pump my hand in and out of his throat, watching his face stay blank. “You don’t get a say, do you?”
I rip my fingers out, dragging nasty strings of saliva down his chin and onto his chest. I drag my thumb through the slop, across his lips, down his chin, and smear it all over his hard nipples.
“You’re a filthy little fuck-doll, you know that? A dumb, nasty, cock-drunk cunt. Look at you.” I grab his chin, force his empty eyes to meet mine. “You love being treated like a piece of meat.”
I wrap my wet hand around both our cocks at once, and the groan that rips out of my chest is loud and totally shameless. The wet friction of his meat sliding against mine, the heat, the contrast of his leaking dick pressed to my shaft—
I slam my head back against the headrest and just try to breathe, because I almost blew my load in my own hand like an amateur. Then I force his chin down so he has to watch my fist working between us, stroking our dicks together in long, sloppy, wet pulls.
“Look at your little doll dick leaking all over me.” I squeeze tighter and roll my hips up. My eyes roll back because it feelsthat fucking good. “This is— I’ve been losing my mind for three weeks just thinking about this, and now—” I stop talking to grit my teeth and breathe.
