Page 191 of Plaything

Letting my composure slip away, I gave in, palming his dick through his jeans. He was extremely hard, making my mouth water as I groped him.

Wyatt smirked against my neck, sighing in pleasure, sending hot air down my body.

Craving him in my mouth, I began lowering myself onto my knees. To my surprise, he wrapped his hand around my throat, pulling me back up. “We don’t have time, and if your tongue touches my cock, I’ll cum. Strip,” he ordered, stepping back from me and pulling his button-up off his arms.

He expected me to get all the way naked? If I kept my clothes on, at least I could attempt to cover myself, pulling my skirt back into place if someone walked in.

Confusing me, I watched as he grabbed the mirror and placed it flat on the floor, mirror up. He removed his belt and shook his head at me. “Do you want me to rip your clothes off of you?” he threatened. “Strip. Now.”

Playing with fate, I wiggled out of my skirt and pulled my sweater off. When I pulled the sweater over my head, Wyatt grabbed it and tossed it onto his bed. He reached behind me and effortlessly unclasped my bra. “Eager?” I joked despite my skin buzzing where his fingertips brushed.

Ignoring me, he fell to his knees, taking off my shoes and socks before hooking his hands around my panties and jerking them down my legs. He was impatient, and how much he wanted me turned me on.

Without warning, his mouth was against my pussy, eating me out unforgivingly as I stood on unstable legs. My mouth dropped open, and I quickly covered it with my hand, terrified that someone might hear. The other tangled in his disheveled hair.

His hands wrapped around my thighs, keeping me against his face as he devoured me. With how ravenous he was acting, you’d think he was drunk off me, not the whisky.

He pulled away from me, staying on his knees. “Get on your hands and knees over the mirror, Baby,” he instructed.

Glancing at the mirror, I immediately understood his vision and what he wanted. Oh... I was going to hell. As I lowered myself to the floor, he greedily grabbed my hips while I prepared myself for the absolute railing I was in for.

“Watch it go in,” Wyatt gruffed with burgeoning excitement.

In this position, I didn’t have the choice to look away. I could see everything. From my blissed-out expression, perked nipples, and long torso, to Wyatt’s dick slowly pushing into me—it was enchanting to take in.

Their anytime, anywhere promise was proving to be true.

Keeping my lips tightly sealed, I withheld my moans as he rocked into me. His bloodshot eyes were cast downward, watching my ass and whatever part of us he could in the mirror. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous...” he whispered the compliment.

A deep, throaty sigh escaped him as he lifted one of his legs, allowing himself to give me more of him. Fingertips tickled me as he just barely traced them up my spine, making me arch further onto him. The feather-like touch quickly turned rough as he placed his hand fully over my mouth. “Be a good girl for me and try not to scream,” he husked into my ear before sticking his middle finger into my mouth.

I didn’t know which excited me more, having his finger in my mouth or the sudden violent sloppy jerks as he roughly fucked into me. Either way, my two favorite holes were filled, and I was seeing stars.

Slutty muffled moans and the quiet slap of Wyatt’s hips against my ass filled the space. He swirled his finger around my tongue, numbing my senses—but most importantly, keeping me quiet.

My orgasm was quickly approaching, and my arousal dripped onto the mirror beneath us. Wyatt drunkenly chuckled, “Such a sloppy pussy, making a fucking mess everywhere,” he teased, and I blushed at my reflection.

A sinful smirk lifted across his mouth, and his eyes darkened. Shoving the mirror forward with his knee, I watched his reflection as he tilted his head. “Lick it clean,” he demanded, slowly removing his finger and hand from my lips.

My eyes rounded at the degrading request. Before I could protest, my pussy clenched around him with need, giving me away.

He moaned, pushing my head down to the mirror. A mixture of adrenaline and embarrassment flooded my system as I stuck my tongue out and licked my cum off the mirror, watching Wyatt’s reaction.

His dick twitched, and his lips parted, “Fuck me...” he rolled his eyes back as if he didn’t think I’d actually listen to him. “You’re so hot,” he groaned. Glancing at the bed, he leaned over and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jeans. He held the phone up before taking multiple pictures of me. “I’m not going to remember this, and I need to remember this,” he slurred an explanation. Not that I minded if he had a picture, I knew he’d never share it with anyone. Well, with three people as the exception.

I giggled before lifting my head again, seeing the mirror clean of any cum droplets. “Take as many as you’d like,” I flirted, rocking on my knees.

Keeping his phone above us, I didn’t know if he was taking pictures or a video as I lost myself in pleasure again.

“You’re going to make me cum, Baby. So fucking good—bad?” He corrected himself, seeming unsure.

“D-definitely bad,” I agreed as I came. My hand flew up to my mouth, pressing hard, silencing my moans.

“Shit, that’s it, Baby, keep rocking back on me like that,” he grunted. Meeting my thrusts, I felt him twitch as hot cum spilled inside me. “Fuck,” he whimpered one last time, struggling to keep quiet himself.

We stilled for a few moments, recovering from our highs. I shrunk down, resting my head against my arms as I caught my breath. “Woah,” was the only word that I could muster.

Drunk Cowboy Wyatt was something else.

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