Page 95 of Plaything

Truth be told, they’d never made me feel like I was less than gorgeous. There wasn’t a day that I questioned my appearance or my body around them. They somehow never let my own mind get to me. I was constantly reminded that I was beautiful through words or actions.

The tip of his dick hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water. There wasn’t an ounce of me that wanted this to end; I loved watching him.

Even as he became more aggressive, pushing himself further down my throat, I could only stare in awe. His desperation to get off only encouraged me. Every part of me craved him. Each time he pushed my head down, each tug of my hair, each moan, it was all mine.

After several minutes, his eyes met my glossy ones, and I saw a flicker of something I hadn’t seen before. Vulnerability. A faint memory of Aiden with a cigarette between his lips flashed through my thoughts. The memory was lost in my drunkness until just now, the identical expression reminding me.

The memory was a blur, and I was too zoned in on Aiden’s twisted expression of pleasure to care. I moaned as best I could with him in my mouth, basking in the satisfaction of his approving gaze.

“You’re such a good girl,” he muttered. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in that wet mouth,” he moaned. My head was jerked back, forcing me to look up at him as I continued to suck. “Is that what you want, Babydoll? Do you want your Professor to cum down your tight little throat? Hmm?” His tone had a slight growl to it as he neared his release.

My nod was almost unnoticeable as he held my hair tightly. I moaned and sucked harder, giving my approval. I wanted nothing more than for him to use my mouth as he pleased. I’d already had a taste of his cum, and wouldn’t mind a mouthful of it.

Between my legs, I was absolutely drenched. Watching him was enough to make me a moaning mess without him touching me once. It was pathetic but not unexpected.

I felt him twitch in my mouth before he let out a string of quiet moans. I wrapped my lips around his tip, continuing to jerk him off as I lapped at him. I didn’t look away as strings of cum shot onto my tongue. “Fuck!” He hissed, jerking his hips as he came.

It was a breathtaking sight—not only because I physically couldn’t breathe. A strange sense of fulfillment overtook me, his eyebrows knitted together in ecstasy. The angel on my shoulder was doing a happy dance, satisfied that I was able to make him feel good. The devil was smirking, urging me to keep licking until his thighs shook.

Aiden released my hair, gently running his fingers through the strands as he watched me.

I swallowed, teasingly tilting my head up at him. A single drop began to fall down my bottom lip. I was quick to catch it with the pad of my thumb. To show him how much I enjoyed him, I wrapped my lips around my thumb and sucked the liquid until my thumb was clean.

His hand stilled in my hair, and his eyes narrowed. Aiden clearly took the gesture as a challenge, and I was quickly pulled up. In a second flat, Aiden had me sitting on a table, legs spread, with his dick pressed against the outside of my underwear.

Salt and pepper shakers fell over, and the table screeched as it moved inches back from the force.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly at the chance of pace. He was close in every way possible. His lips were centimeters away from mine, and his forehead rested against mine. “I want to be inside you so bad it hurts,” he admitted in a whisper.

In a swift movement, he pushed my underwear to the side, leaving me bare. He positioned his dick at my entrance, and I shivered. “You’re so fucking wet, my cock would slide in so easily...” he tempted.

Every part of me was on fire with anticipation. This was it. There was no hesitation in his tone, no hint that he was teasing me. From the dark, desperate look he wore, I could tell me was going to fuck me.

I was beyond ready, my approval written all over my expression as I waited for him to push into me.

Holding the base of his dick, he teased my hole, rubbing the tip of it up and down my slit. He caught my lips in a desperate, intimate kiss. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered, as if he’d been deprived.

My hands rested behind me, holding my body up. “Then don’t,” I encouraged. I was arguably more desperate and eager than any of them. They’d all had sex before; I hadn’t. I felt like I was missing out. Time and place didn’t matter to me; what mattered was that it was with someone who cared about me. I wanted it to be real, raw, and as spontaneous as this was. I wanted passion.

His eyes were calculating while he watched me, looking for any signs of indifference. When he found none, he slowly pushed his hips forward. I bit my lip, keeping my eyes locked with his. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt his tip go just past my lips, not even an inch into me.

Aiden closed his eyes, halting all movement. Even with his eyes hidden, I could see the turmoil in his expression. “Aiden?” I whispered, touching his arm.

He rested his head against my shoulder, obviously battling with himself. “I can’t.”

I looked between us, seeing that he was rock hard, even after I blew him. “I think you can,” I assured, keeping my tone light.

He lifted his head, giving me a charming grin. “Oh, I can. Believe me, I would fuck your brains out right now,” he glanced down before he pulled away from me.

I whimpered as he did, my hopes of today being the day long gone. “I’m not stopping you,” I whined.

“You’re not just mine, Babydoll. As much as we might want to, I can’t.” He pulled up his pants and buttoned them, his dick still hard.

I adjusted my underwear, covering myself again as I stood. I looked up at him, “How long do you think you’re all going to last? A few more days at most?” I pointed.

His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth. “We can keep this up for months, love,” he assured, but I knew it was a lie.

I gave him a soft, eerie smile. Standing on my toes, I placed a small kiss on his lips, “You clench your jaw when you lie,” I played his game.

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