I approach her, breath ragged, only prying my eyes from her bare, luscious chest to trail down to the button of her jeans. When I reach for it, she shakes her head, holding her handout palm-up. My pussy tightens, slick and hot as I give her the vibrator. She nods in approval.
“Now turn around,” she says.
“What are you—”
“Oh, sweetheart. You have no fucking clue what you’re in for, do you?”
I swallow, my breath hitching in my chest.
“Turn around. Let me see that tight, pretty ass of yours,” she repeats, softer this time.
I do as I’m told, feeling my pulse pound everywhere in my body, feeling the slick heat in my pussy drip for her. Suddenly, her hand strikes against me, a faint sting spreading on my skin. I suck in a sharp breath, and she does it again.
“God damn, Darcy,” she groans, followed by a soft buzzing sound which I recognize as the vibrator. “I should just sit here for the rest of my life and stare at this pretty little ass of yours. Smack it.” She smacks it again, and I wince in pleasure. “Bite it.” I feel her teeth sink into me, and a soft yelp slips from my quivering breath. Then her hand clutches my waist, tugging me downward. I only get a few inches before the tip of the silicone presses against my entrance. Peyton holds the curve of the toy against her lap, using the leverage to slip the soft, round head between the slick folds of my pussy, lubricating it.
“So fucking wet,” she murmurs, a growl as her voice trails away. “You like when I make you dripping wet, don’t you? You like being desperate so I’ll fuck you nice and hard?”
I nod, a whimper escaping my throat.
“Say it,” she commands. “Tell me this whole time, you’ve wanted me to fuck you so hard you see stars.”
“I have,” I moan, tilting my head back as the vibrations travel though my skin, radiating in my clit. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me so…” I pant. “So fucking hard. I want you to make me scream your name while I come all over you.”
Peyton seems to like that, on account of the deep, gravelly sound that slips from her lips. I feel her breath on the back of my neck as she glides the vibrator back down to my entrance, pushing me down on it slightly. My pussy tightens around it, the sensation buzzing through me in waves.
“You can take it,” she whispers, using her pelvis to thrust it further into me. A pleasured cry slips out of me, and she buries it further inside. “Just like that. Let me fuck this tight, wet, pretty pussy.”
“Shit,” I cry, sinking my teeth into my lower lip until I feel my ass bounce against Peyton’s lap.
“Good fucking girl,” she praises. “You take me so well, don’t you?”
I nod pathetically, eyes welling with desire.
Beneath me, I feel a shift, and when the mouth of that suction piece makes contact with my swollen, throbbing clit, I jolt. “F-f-f-”
“Cat got your tongue?” she teases, and though I can’t see her, I’m willing to bet she’s boasting that cocky fucking grin of hers.
“F-f-fuck you,” I manage, though the stutter kills the bite.
Peyton just lets out an evil chuckle, one that sends a tingle down my spine. “Oh?” she challenges. Then she thrusts her hips, riding me up the shaft, my thighs crashing back down on her lap. I moan loudly, and she does it again, over and over, as the soft, rimmed suction laps at my needy clit.
“Someone’s got to teach you not to run that smart mouth of yours,” she coos as she pounds into me mercilessly. When I let out a guttural cry, my hands slip back, gripping the back of her head for balance. She covers my mouth with her free hand, thrusting harder. Faster. “I told you I was going to make this pussy weep, and now look at you. Look at what a fucking mess you are.”
My stomach tightens, the shaft of the vibrator purring as she buries it deeper inside me. Goosebumps scrub my body as I grip her head harder, as I let out a desperate moan muffled only by the warm palm of her hand. As I roll and buck my hips, desperate for the coil inside me to unravel.
“Come on baby,” she growls into the back of my neck, causing all the hairs to stand. Her hand tightens over my mouth. “Come for me. I want to see your cum dripping all over my cock.”
“Oh fuck!”
And with those words, I come completely and utterly undone. My tired body spasms and rolls, a wave of pressure releasing as pleasure rolls through my body like waves crashing on the shore. Over and over until I am a tired, panting mess, still dripping all over Peyton’s lap.
She lifts me up, only to pull the buzzing vibrator from me, turning it off and setting it aside.
“Jesus fuck,” she groans. I slide off her lap, turning to face her.
All the blood in my body rushes to my face when I catch the sight. Her black denim is completely soaked, lap stained with my arousal. I open my mouth to apologize, to try to say anything but all that comes out is a strangled sound. Peyton, however, marvels at the sight.
“Damn,” she breathes. “You are so fucking—”
