Page 25 of Princes of Carnage

At first, I don’t really feel anything. The touch is too light, too gentle. It reminds me of the way Emmett touched me, and I quickly shake that thought from my head.

I grab for the wand and press it directly to my clit before turning it on to one of the middle settings. It flares to life, buzzing strong and fast, and I gasp softly at the sudden rush of sensation. It feels good, and I groan, my hips bucking up to grind against the rubbery head of the wand.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Yes.”

I can feel myself getting wetter as my body responds to the vibrations, but it’s still not quite enough. The burning pulse of sensation and want is there, but it’s not flaring as hot as I need it to. It’s not enough to block out the stress. Not yet.

I turn the vibrator up another notch, and my eyes fly open wide as a jolt of pleasure jerks through me. That’s better. That’s so much better.

Holding the wand with one hand, I grope on the bed for the dildo and bring it down between my legs. I’m wet enough now that I can smear the silicone toy through my arousal, slicking it up.

Just the feeling of the girth of the dildo rubbing against me is enough to make me whimper softly, and I press the bulbous head of the toy to my entrance, feeling how thick it is.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp out. “Fuck, please.”

There’s no one here to beg to, but the words slip out of my mouth anyway. I grind against the vibrator and the dildo, and the sensation from both is enough to have my pussy clenching, wanting more.

It wants to be filled, and I start to press the thick toy into myself, the slickness of my pussy easing the way a bit.

But it’s not right. If this was the way I wanted it, it wouldn’t be gentle. It wouldn’t be easy.

I pull back with the silicone toy, slapping it against my wet pussy, feeling the weight of it as it connects.

I moan, biting down hard on my lip as I take a breath and then shove the dildo inside me.

It’s a stretch to take it, and the suddenness of it makes my muscles go tense. My body protests for a few seconds before the roaring tide of pure desire takes over. My clit throbs, and I bite my lip hard, trembling as I press harder, working the rest of the toy into my pussy. I keep going until it’s buried to the hilt, almost too much for me to take. I can practically taste how full I am.

The vibrator keeps buzzing away, and I writhe on the bed, caught up in it.

My next moan sounds like a whimper, and I’m close to begging no one all over again. Instead, I draw the dildo out a bit, feeling the way my inner walls cling to it, like they want to keep it buried inside. Fire dances up my spine, and I let it slide out until just the silicone head is buried inside me… before shoving it right back in.

It’s a punishing pace, working the toy in and out, not giving myself a chance to breathe or adjust. I plant my feet on the bed and squeeze my thighs together so I can keep the vibrator pinned there and use my other hand.

Now freed up, I grope at my tits with one hand, pinching my nipples hard and twisting them ruthlessly.

“God, fuck,” I pant, arching and squirming. “More. Harder.”

I’m only talking to myself, but my hands respond like they’ve got minds of their own.

I bring my hand down in a slap against my chest, hitting my tits hard enough that the sound echoes. At the same time, I keep fucking myself with the dildo, and the room is filled with the sound of my needy moans and the wetness of the toy plunging in and out of me.

I let my movements get rougher and rougher, pushing myself to the limits as pleasure and sensation climb hot and high in my belly, threatening to overflow.

“Please,” I whimper again. “Oh fuck, please…”

9

KILLIAN

“Please. Oh fuck, please…”

Quinn’s moans and whimpers are easy to hear from my vantage point. I can see her—not quite clearly, but well enough—through the slats in her closet door.

Her closet, which I’m currently standing in, still as a statue.

I’ve been watching her since she started, watching the toys she selected, taking in the way she pleasures herself. It was a clumsy thing at first, like she didn’t know what she was doing, like she was a stranger to her own body. But it didn’t take long for her to find the rhythm.

She plunges that thick toy into her pussy again, and the high pitched almost wail of pleasure that pours from her lips makes me clench my jaw.

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