Chapter 1 #2
He skims his hand over my panties, pressing firmly against my pussy, and I moan and rock up against his palm. Fuck, I need him inside me. But I also like being teased. If I’m his freeuse toy now, he gets to choose what he wants to do with me. And there’s something delicious about that.
His hand cups my breast, fingers pulling my nipple into a stiff peak. The pleasure builds as he plays with me. I’ve been so stressed and busy packing to move that I haven’t given myself an orgasm since the party. At this rate, I’m going to explode the second he slides inside me.
“Please...” I pant, hips rolling restlessly against the bulge straining his pants.
“Shh, I’ve got you, lass.” His voice is tight with hunger as he undoes his pants. “I’m going to give your needy little pussy what it wants. I’m going to stuff you so full.”
I love his dirty talk. Every word out of his mouth makes me certain I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be—spread open beneath him, desperate for whatever he wants to give me. As soon as his cock is free, he’s settling between my legs, and anticipation coils tight in my chest.
But instead of pushing inside me, he kisses down my stomach, trailing his mouth lower until his breath ghosts over my throbbing pussy. I let out a noise of frustrated surprise. “Leo, please, I need you to—”
He cuts me off by pushing my panties aside and dragging his tongue in one long, slow lick up my slit.
The sensation nearly sends me jackknifing off the bed, and I cry out, hands fisting in the expensive bedding.
Fuuuck. He’s licking me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, groaning against my flesh like he can’t get enough.
He laps and sucks, spearing me open on his tongue until I’m a writhing, incoherent mess.
My thighs are shaking, my spine arching off the bed, every nerve ending lit up.
He works me mercilessly, keeping me teetering on the edge with teasing flicks one moment, then driving me out of my mind with targeted suction on my clit the next.
Over and over until I’m clawing at his hair, my whole body drawn taut.
I’m going to shatter. I’m right there, right—
And then he’s surging up my body, replacing his tongue with three thick fingers as he captures my wail with his mouth.
He kisses me deeply while he finger-fucks me, curling against that perfect spot inside me.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and the filthiness of it pushes me over the edge.
I explode with a muffled cry, pleasure rippling from my core through every limb.
He keeps finger-fucking me through the aftershocks, and I shiver and clench around his fingers as waves of bliss wash through me. When he finally slips them free, I ache with emptiness.
But then he replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock, and I forget how to think.
“Christ, look at you.” His voice is raw. “So bloody perfect and dripping wet for me.”
When he pushes in, I cry out at the sweet stretch, my body yielding easily to his thick cock.
And oh god—no barrier. Just him, hot and thick and bare, stretching me open until I can feel every ridge, every vein sliding against my oversensitized flesh.
It’s so much more intense than before. I can feel him everywhere.
“Jesus, so goddamn tight.” He bottoms out with a groan, and I’m impossibly full. This is what I was missing.
I close my eyes and let the bliss overtake me as he fucks me with shallow thrusts. He keeps talking dirty, and his words wash over me—about my greedy pussy and how perfect I am around him. Every syllable settles deeper into my bones.
“Oh god, why do I like this so much?” The question tumbles out before I can stop it, but I’m too far gone to be embarrassed. “Everything you say makes me want to give you more.”
His answering groan is almost pained. “Because you’re mine, lass. And you were made for my cock.”
I moan and cling to his shoulders as he sets a deep, driving rhythm, hitting that magical spot inside me on every thrust. The wet sounds of our bodies and our ragged breathing fill the room.
We’re still mostly clothed—his shirt unbuttoned but on, my skirt bunched at my waist, my bra pushed aside. It’s urgent and desperate and perfect.
I wrap my legs around him, hooking my chunky boots together behind his back so I can pull him in deeper. He rewards me with a groan that rumbles through his chest. Holy hell, I could live in this moment forever.
Every nerve ending is alive, my skin sizzling everywhere it meets his. I’m drowning in sensation, being swept away. He could fuck me like this forever, and I’d never want him to stop. This is what it means to be his, and to surrender so fully there’s no space left for doubt.
I can feel my second orgasm building, my entire body tightening as he pounds into me. White-hot pleasure licks up my spine, and I cry out, “Oh god...oh god...” as I hover on the edge.
“Look at me.” The command makes my eyes fly open, and I meet his burning gaze. “Keep those pretty eyes open and come on my cock, lass.”
That’s all it takes. I scream as my body goes taut, my pussy clamping down on him as waves of molten pleasure crash through me. I hear Leo groan as he follows, and holy hell, the feeling of him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum, sends another wave of aftershocks rippling through my body.
I cling to him and ride out the tsunami until I’m boneless and shaking. When I drift back to awareness, Leo is slumped over me, his face buried in my neck.
“My sweet lass,” he mumbles eventually, lifting his head to grin at me. His eyes are soft and hazy. “You’re going to kill me with that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Me?” I laugh breathlessly, still twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure. “I can’t think. You broke me.”
He looks far too pleased with himself. “Fucktoys don’t need to think. I’ll keep you mindless and tied to the bed while I use you as much as I want.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease, snuggling deeper into his embrace with a contented sigh. His plan sounds pretty appealing, honestly. A few weeks of this? I could get used to it. I could get used to a lot of things about being his.
“Oh, lass...” His chuckle is low and wicked. “I always keep my promises.”
I shiver and hold in a smile. He can’t scare me with a good time. I’m ready to be his toy and do whatever he wants, wherever he wants, however he wants.
It’s going to be a hell of a holiday season. My pussy is already writing thank-you notes.