Page 54 of Pucking Revenge

Another jerky nod.

I pick it up and turn it on, relishing the way it vibrates in my hand.

Her legs are still spread wide over the dildo, so I take advantage of the access to her inner thigh and press the wand to the sensitive skin there.

She shudders, and goose bumps cascade down her legs.

I angle in closer and bring my mouth to her ear. “Fuck, Sar. Your ass is insane. If you were really mine, I’d be counting down the seconds until I could fuck it.”

“Oh God, I’d want that,” she whimpers. They’re the first words she’s spoken since the moment she saw me standing in her doorway, and they leave me hard as a rock.

“Now’s not the time to go quiet on me. I want the whole building to hear your screams. We’ll use a plug next time so we can fill all these holes, but right now, you just have the wand and my hands. What do you want?”

“The wand in my pussy and your finger in my ass.”

I slap her ass cheek and have to clamp down on my lip at the way it jiggles in response. Fuck, she’s perfect.

I set the wand down and slide my hands beneath her shirt and up her sides, stopping at her ribcage, where I caress her warm skin. “That’s my good girl. And what about these tits, Sar? Can I touch them while I get you off?”

“Please,” she begs.

I slide one hand between her thighs and remove the dildo. “You’re fucking dripping.”

Sara looks at me over her shoulder, her lips parted and her eyes hazy. It takes everything in me not to take her mouth and kiss her. That act would be tame in comparison to what I’ve done up until this point, but it feels like crossing a line, and my sense of self-preservation is strong.

If I kiss her while she’s naked on the bed and soaked for me, I don’t think I could stop myself from kissing her everywhere else. Or from licking that sweet cunt. From sliding inside it.

And then I’d be done for. She’d own me, and I’d break my own damn heart, because I don’t own her.

“Your words do this to me, Brooks. And the way you’re touching me. It’s you who makes me this wet.” Her words, said in that throaty rasp, are so damn intoxicating. The sexy tease that she is, she fucking knows exactly what she’s doing. Damn, is it a turn-on that she isn’t shy when it comes to sex. That she enjoys it. That she asks for what she wants and then fucking takes it.

But even more than that, I like being the one who gives it to her.

When I slide my middle finger inside her, she clamps down on me and hisses.

“Yes. Please, more.” Finally over the blip of embarrassment that hit her, she rocks her hips back and shakes that perfect ass.

“Grab the wand, Pumpkin. I want you to fuck that pussy for me while I play with your tits.”

I need both of my hands on her for a moment. Need to squeeze her delicious tits, to play with her nipples. Hands splayed along her warm skin, I work my way up her thighs. I pause at her hips when she hasn’t made a move for her wand. The look she shoots me over her shoulder is pure heat. And without another second of hesitation, she grabs the toy from where I left it between her knees.

Good girl. It’s like she can read my mind.

I love that she’s obedient. I would have bet my life savings that she’d be nothing but sass in bed. But no, she’s completely surprised me by allowing me to be dominant here.

Pressing gentle kisses against her shoulder, I glide my hands across her tits. I take my time rubbing and tugging on her nipples. All the while, she writhes in front of me, fucking the wand just like I asked. Her moans get louder when I bite down on her shoulder.

“That’s my girl. Let everyone hear what a good little bunny you are for me. Fucking your toy because I told you to. You’re greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” I murmur into her skin. “You’re gonna have to get used to it. I won’t let you have it yet.”

“Yet,” she pants.

My dick is like granite, and my mind is a mess of lust and need. I clamp my teeth on her shoulder and breathe in deep to quell the urge to touch myself, just to relieve the pressure. “Needy girl. You feeling empty?”

“Stop teasing me and give me those damn hands.” Her words are loud this time, so I reward her with a slap to one ass cheek. In response, she screams. The sound goes straight to my balls. Fuck. She does exactly what I want, all without being told. So I reward her again with a slap to the other cheek. Then I shift back and smooth both globes with my palms.

“Since you asked so nicely.” I swat the wand away and slide two fingers inside her. Slowly, I fuck her, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the knuckles. When I pull out again, I fully intend to slip those wet fingers back and play with her other hole, but at the sight of her arousal coating my skin, I can’t resist the urge to taste her. I remove my hand with a groan and bring my fingers to my mouth.

She arches back, her focus locked on my hand as I lick my fingers. “Holy fuck, that’s hot.”

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