Chapter 27 #3
“I’m gonna fill every hole on this thick body tonight, bella. Until you’re begging me for air. But I’m warning you now, there might not be room for it by the time I’m done with you.”
Pinching her hardened nipple until I get a groan out of her, I release the bud, grazing the swell of her stomach as my hand explores further south.
“You like the sound of that?”
When I dip that hand between her legs, I have my answer. Sliding my fingers to her entrance, I drag some of the wetness forward, pulling it to her clit and making a few deliberate circles there, watching as she damn near thrashes against me from the stimulation of the pressure.
“Chef,” she moans in complaint as I pull my hand back.
My fingers find her mouth again, and I put two of them inside the wet heat of her once again. “Suck.”
She does, and I reward her with a slap to her pussy. I capture the garbled sound she makes with my mouth, devouring it straight out of hers, her head tilted to the side for my access.
Tasting herself on her own tongue might be the best thing I’ve ever had the privilege of sampling.
“Barely talked to me for weeks unless my cock is inside you.” I press the words directly against her ear. “Can’t wait to get rid of me, huh, Boss?”
Pulling tighter on the tee shirt still holding her wrists together, high over her head, I snap her arms together with the motion and she screws her eyes up tight.
“No,” she whispers.
“You want something to remember me by?” I ask her, leaving wet kisses along the back of her neck, messily tonguing every inch of her I can reach.
Her head nods desperately, and that’s a promise I can live up to.
I free her hands, removing the shirt entirely, and leaving her naked beneath my grasp. “Show me,” I order, slapping her ass once more, urging her to climb forward onto the bed.
She gets on all fours and I watch, glistening cunt on display as she gets into position on the mount. It’s almost like a pillow, a rounded surface that fits between her legs, perfect for her to ride, slide against, and use however she needs to get her kicks, with or without toys attached.
Stripping down until we’re matching, I grip myself in one hand and hold her ass with the other, wanting to feel what she’s doing, even if it’s not me she’s riding right now.
Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, one last hit of uncertainty there.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. “Goddamn stunning. Now show me how needy that cunt is.”
She reaches for the lube, even though I doubt she needs it right now, and spreads a thick coating on both toys that are screwed into the mount, then she reaches for the plug.
My cock thickens in my hand, balls getting heavier at the sight I’m about to be graced with. I have to make sure not to use any pressure as I stroke myself or I might blow all over her back.
Unlike her, I can go multiple rounds in one night, so maybe that’s not the worst idea I’ve had.
Watching her drip in my cum as she rides not one but two toys while her ass is full with a plug… Hell, that’s not a bad idea at all.
Eyes on mine, she pulls apart her ass with one hand and slips the tip of the plug in with the other, daring me to look away.
Her back arches, and I get a glimpse of how tight her nipples are as she works the toy in, bit by bit, until all I see is the gemstone at the base sticking out.
I wonder which one of us is more turned on right about now.
“Now what?” I ask her, my voice gruff, fingers digging into her cheek so hard they’ll probably leave bruises. It’s the only form of restraint I’m capable of right now.
“Now I play,” she whispers, fingers dipping down to swipe up some of the lube off a toy and bringing them to her front.
I lean around and over her body so I can watch as she parts her lips, slicking two fingers over her clit, the way she teased me in the car that day I finally got her to talk to me.
If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, the entrance to Lexi’s is apparently her cunt. Or maybe that was just how I found my way in.
Humming, her head drops back and her heavy eyelids fall shut as she gives into the pleasure, turning herself over to the carnal impulses she’s used to fulfilling for herself.
Before she had me to do it for her.
Che cazzo, she looks incredible.
It’s everything I can do not to jump in and take over, but this show has only just begun.
Patience, Amante.
I’ve waited years for what I want. I can pace myself for one more night. My tugs turn slower, making sure not to bring myself too close to the destination, but to enjoy the journey along the way.
As much as I love edging her, I don’t mind a little of it myself. It’s so much sweeter when you’ve had to wait for it. A good recipe takes time, and so do the most satisfying orgasms.
Lexi grinds her body against her hand, listening to instinct, and taking what she needs from the moment.
Her fingers continue working over her swollen clit until she’s panting with desire, unruly curls toppling over her face, nipples begging for my hands, my teeth.
They have to wait their turn, just like me.
Finally, she’s had enough of the tease. Withdrawing her fingers, she turns a bit, eyes on me once more, and then she wraps my cock in her grip, replacing my fist with hers as she smears the remnants of her arousal over my length, pumping me once, and then leaves me hanging, the chill of the air on the heat of my erection making me shiver.
The move is cruel, but I already have enough planned for her, so I let it slide, a devilish grin on my face at her confidence when she has no clue what’s coming. I like seeing that spark back in her.
Spreading her legs a bit wider, ass still clenched around the plug, she lowers herself down, pussy swallowing the head of the toy cock as I watch, eyes glued between her legs.
She stretches around the silicone, sinking down onto it until she’s flush against the clit sucker, all of her weight coming down on the mount, the way she’s pressed against those toys.
Groaning in her ear, I watch as she presses a button from memory, and the clit sucker buzzes to life.
Like the visual weren’t enough, I can hear what it’s doing to her, the lewd sound making my cock twitch against her low back.
Lexi shivers with a moan, sinking into the sensation, and begins to rock herself over the toys. It’s not just a show for me. She’s letting me in on this private party for one, a rare glimpse at what it takes to feed her appetite.
Her hips move forward, bringing her over the clit toy, and then shifting back to take the dildo deeper.
Those breathy moans grow louder as she finds her rhythm, using her weight to press down and get what she needs from each of the toys, no shyness in her motions, either not caring that I’m here, or enjoying giving me front-row access.
One of Lexi’s hands slips down to crank up the speed of the clit sucker, and my jealousy spikes as I hear the suction ramp.
Teeth running up and down the shell of her ear, I ask, “My girl likes it all?”
One hand sneaks behind her back entrance and I spin the plug. The deep vibrato of her moan is all the information I needed there.
Her legs look like they turn to jello, sinking further down onto the mount and riding it harder, starting to rock her hips like the finish line is already in sight.
Pressing on the plug, I give her a little more friction in her back door and listen to her gasp at the sensation of it all.
Bringing both hands around to her front, I take handfuls of her breasts as she rides the mount, my cock feeling every motion of her hips, pressed against her like this.
She doesn’t lean back or rest on me, but keeps grinding on the clit sucker, like it’s what’s going to take her past that edge tonight, and not me.
She’s sorely mistaken, but she doesn’t need to know that just yet.
Keeping the weight of her breasts in my palms, I slide my thumb and one finger up each breast and pull her nipples, twisting and playing, giving her more of what she’s craving.
Her hands are on the mount, stabilizing her as she takes hers, and I watch as she slips one hand back and turns on the toy that’s inserted in her.
I hear it whir to life and listen to the noises she makes in response.
The way she sinks backward, putting more of her weight in the back now, letting that monster stretch out her cunt, scraping along her walls to hit her spot in a rhythm that has her shaking as she works up to the grand finale.
Keeping one breast in my hand, I use the other to feel around between her legs, fumbling with the bumpy silicone and navigating the buttons there. Trying the one on the right first, I listen as the mechanical sounds intensify, and Lexi starts to sing for me.
Wrong way.
“Yes,” she whispers, breath hot on the side of my face. “Fuck, that feels so good, Chef.” Her hips keep moving, but I feel the way she’s starting to shake, and if she comes before I’m ready, tonight is not the night I’ll be stopping out of courtesy for her sensitive cunt.
Moving to the button on the left, I push it several times in rapid succession, biting down on a smirk when the vibration softens to a whisper, and her yells turn into desperate pants.
“What—”
I cut off her question with a sharp pinch to her nipple. She gives a short scream that turns into a low moan as the pressure on her eases, turning into heightened pleasure in place of the pain.
“I’m only going to warn you once,” I say, biting her shoulder.
I bring my other hand to her abdomen, and I swear I can feel what that thing is doing inside of her from her front.
The head must be spinning in circles, hitting her spot, and maybe inventing a few new ones as it does laps inside of her.
Pressing down on her lower abdomen, I smirk when she hums in response.
My teeth graze the skin between her neck and shoulder as I tell her, “I’m not stopping until I’ve had enough tonight, so if you come before I do, that’s too fucking bad.”