Azrael
She bends to slip the panties on, and her perky tits jiggle from side to side. Jesus, she’s stunning. My bite marks litter her skin, and I long to add to them, then lick them with gratitude once I’ve filled her.
My cock is at full mast, leaking with a need only she can satiate.
The women at the club tonight were hungry and begging for it, but all I could think about was returning home to my little toy—the one untouched by all others, my own private little heaven amid my hell.
She stands at full height; five-foot-three at most, and the panties do nothing to hide her arousal seeping from between her thighs. Little Toy might act like I disgust her and she doesn’t want to be here, but she craves me, maybe as much as I crave her, and I relish the thought.
Are her days haunted with images of me forcing her pleasure from her delectable body like mine are?
“Get on the bed and mount the pillow.”
A shocked choke leaves her. “What?”
I lift my chin. “On the bed, straddle the pillows. I want your ass facing me.” The mirror opposite her will reflect her face back at me, and I will have the perfect view of my toy from both angles.
“For what?”
Irritation zips up my spine. Does she always have to have a comeback?
My hands ball into fists. “Now!”
She jumps but does as I ask, and I almost choke on my tongue. Her perfect, toned ass is raised to just the right height, and when I press the button in my palm, she jolts, lifting up as if electrocuted.
“Fuck the pillow, Little Toy.”
Her full pink lips part, and a whoosh of air leaves her, and I imagine the little vibrator pressing on her delectable clit, rubbing it slowly in a calculated circular motion.
“Wha-what? You want me to?” She glances over her shoulder, and I delight in the flush creeping up her face.
“Ride it like you’re fucking me.” I smirk.
“You’re insane if you think—”
I press the button again, speeding up the stimulation on her pussy. “Ahhh, jeez.” She bites her lip, then sucks it into her mouth, and her hips buck.
“Rub that little clit on my pillow. I want to smell your pussy when I lay my head down to sleep tonight.”
“Ahh, oh God.”
She ruts the pillow, and my balls pull tight at the sounds leaving her.
“That’s it, faster,” I encourage with each thrust of her marked hips.
“Oh God,” she cries.
I imagine her little panties are drenched, with her arousal leaking into the fabric where she ferociously rubs herself off. Her tits bounce, and her lips part; she’s simply stunning. The most perfect little toy for me to own.
“Faster, Little Toy. Beg for my cock to fill you,” I rasp.
“Please.” She moans wantonly.
“Rub it faster.” My cock screams for attention with each thrust of her desperate hips. “Keep going,” I encourage, and she throws her head back on a loud moan I feel in my balls.
Jesus, I can’t take much more. I jump up from the chair, unbuckling my pants, then kick them aside. Tonight, I’m pleased I forwent my boxers. I get onto the bed behind her and use the palm of my hand to press her flat against the pillows, raising her ass in the air.
“Azrael,” she pants, and it’s music to my ears. Absolute fucking bliss.
With my feet planted on the bed, I squat down on top of her and push her slick panties to the side, then guide the head of my hungry cock into her dripping cunt.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “All needy for me to fill.”
I power into her, and she’s no choice but to grab the fabric of the bedding while I use her body, not just for my pleasure but hers too.
From the outside looking in, it would seem like I’m fucking her ass, but right now, the sensation of her clenching around me is enough to pacify my assault on her. “Fuck,” I grunt with each powerful surge. “Fucking Jesus.” She clamps around me.
Her pussy gushes, and she screams out into the room. My balls become soaked, and her squirting on me triggers my orgasm. Ecstasy flashes through me, and I give myself over to the overwhelming need to come.
“Fuck!”
My vision becomes black, and I welcome the feeling of bliss, then my body drapes over hers, drained and bathed in awe.