Page 89 of Hexed & Hazy

“Not yet,” I say. “You can be better than that. You can wait.”

“Seth…”

I’ve never felt any way about how my name sounds, but when she says it, glaring at me with something that only looks like pleasure, it’s the hottest thing in the world.

I turn the toy up and finger her harder. “Say it again. Whose pussy is this?”

“Seth!”

“That’s right.” I pull the toy away, keeping my fingers in as she trembles and twists, letting out whiny mewls. She’s not quite clenching around me, but by the looks of it, she was moments from finishing.

I lean in and kiss her cheek sweetly, nearly apologetic. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. No. Please. Keep going.”

And I do, turning the toy higher and connecting it to her clit. Pushing her to the edge and stopping anytime her pussy clenches around me.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Oh, beautiful… you sound so pathetic.” I press the toy harder. “But I still didn’t say you can come.”

“Please?”

It’s not like I can last much longer. My cock is throbbing, pressed against my boxers—I’m lucky the fabric is soft and loose. It could definitely be more uncomfortable. I keep the toy against her as I move between her legs, hitching her ankles on my shoulders.

“Are you ready?” I push down my underwear, not bothering to take them off. All I need is to feel her.

She whines as my tip teases her opening.

“Yes!”

I slide into her, ridiculous amounts of arousal coating my cock. Her chest heaves, her head thrashes, and I can’t look away. Each thrust is heaven. I’m close. So close.

And her mouth is wide open. I lean in and spit, which seems to push her closer—her pussy clenches around me.

“Are you going to come?” I grunt, fucking her harder, practically forcing her over the edge. The toy is still sucking her clit, but I know her pleasure belongs to me.

“Yes! Yes, please.”

“Mm…” I can’t last much longer. “You can come for me, beautiful. Eyes up here. Don’t look away.”

She grabs her breasts and pleasures herself all over as I fuck her through the orgasm, only able to last a few pathetic pumps before I’m spilling into her, kissing her ankles all the while. She’s the one to reach down and remove the toy, letting out a frustrated moan, and I chuckle. Must be overstimulated. Poor baby.

“You were so good for me tonight,” I whisper. “You deserve everything.”

With my cock still inside her, I collapse. And after a few moments of quiet, as the world settles, I fall again. Lower. Deeper. Exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks.

Did I do too much? Did I go too far? The spitting was too much. Rowan, she’s… she’s perfect. Soft. I bury my face in her neck. It’s time for aftercare. Rowan needs it. I know that.

She lets out a contented sigh. “You’re good too.”

The words are sweet, but they only push me deeper. Good? Compared to who? Definitely not her.

I don’t have to lift my head for her to know something is wrong.

“Seth? What is it?”

“Nothing.” I kiss her neck. “I’ll get your water, your snacks…”