Page 225 of Plaything

I rocked my hips again, blissfully watching his eyes roll back and a groan rip through his throat. “You feel so good.”

This was exactly what I needed for hours as I mentally edged myself at that dining room table. All my dirty thoughts were coming to fruition.

My movements were slow, much slower than I intended, but the rubbing sensation was perfection. Wyatt clearly wasn’t bothered by my slow grinding either.

I yelped out as he slapped my bare ass, surely leaving a red handprint. The after-burn melted into my skin like lava, radiating heat between my thighs.

“You’re squeezing the life out of me,” he rasped. “Sensitive?”

My pace quickened as I craved another release. “Yes,” I whispered, leaning back as I rode him. Looking up at the black sky full of stars and a bright moon, I let myself zone out. Pleasure cascaded through me as the sky got bigger. If Wyatt weren’t gripping my hips, guiding me, I would have sworn I was floating amongst the stars. I was in them.

“Are you seeing this?” I asked in a daze.

“Whatever you’re seeing, I guarantee my view is better than yours,” he grunted.

Slowly pulling myself back down to earth, I straightened, leaning on my knees again. He glanced down before he let go of my hips and held my knees, shielding them from the rough ground.

A stupid, giddy smile spread across my lips at the thoughtful gesture. “Are you close?” I asked, feeling his dick twitch and his teeth pulling at his bottom lip.

“Do you want me to be?”

I could’ve stayed like this all night, but my once light and airy body felt heavy as my legs grew weak. “Come with me?” I purred.

“Fuck,” he growled. In an effortlessly swift movement, he pulled me into his chest before standing. He sat me on the truck’s hood, never disconnecting from me as he took over. Thrusting into me relentlessly, I came instantly—he didn’t.

“Wyatt!” I choked out, caught off guard by the change of pace. “I’m—oh shit,” I covered my mouth with my hands. If I didn’t, I’d scream.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you were done,” he wrapped my legs around his waist, giving him leverage to go deeper. “You’ve got a few more in you, don’t you, Baby?” He cooed cruelly.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded through ragged breathing.

Fabric tearing was heard, and I widened my eyes, looking down as he ripped my panties from my body. “These are in the fucking way,” he murmured while stuffing them in his back pocket. “Play with your clit,” he ordered. “Show me how much you wanted this.”

Propped up on one elbow, I reached between us, finding the swollen, tender bundle of nerves and circling it. Between the two sensations, I came quickly again, so intensely that no sound came out. My stomach muscles tensed as I writhed underneath him.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Christ, you’re making a mess.” Suddenly, he pulled completely out of me, leaving me empty. I whined at the withdrawal but didn’t have time to question it as he grabbed my hands and pinned them to my sides. He crouched down before burying his head between my thighs, plunging his tongue into me.

My mouth dropped open, and staying quiet turned impossible. My thighs squeezed around his head as his attention switched to my clit. A deep moan rumbled through his chest as he sucked and licked it.

Back arching off the truck, I pressed my core further into his face. “I’m gonna cum again,” I warned as tears streamed down my cheeks. In response, he groaned and flicked his tongue faster, pushing me over the edge.

My scream came out cracked and screechy as I tried to suppress it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted as he pulled my ass to the edge and plunged his dick into me again, continuing right where he left off. “Wyatt—”

“One more, Baby,” he dismissed. “You can do it, just one more. I want you to cum when I say so. Can you do that for me? Be my good girl?” He panted as he thrust into me.

My vision blurred as tears of pleasure pooled. I nodded, but no words came out. Between the orgasms and edible, I was beyond ‘floating.’ I was in fucking outer space.

“Three...” he began the countdown. My core clenched as I focused on the ridges of his piercings, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. “Two...” I cried out as he twitched, and I felt his hot cum spill into me. “One!” He whimpered, and I finally let go, letting my final orgasm rip through me.

My legs went limp, as did my other limbs. I was beyond satisfied, also tired... and hungry. I stared up at the stars, catching my breath. “So pretty,” I mumbled to myself.

I sucked in a breath as he pulled out of me. “Everything feels so strange right now,” I ran my fingertips up my arm, feeling the rippling tickles. “I feel everything so much... more,” I rambled, my brain feeling heavy and fogged.

Wyatt pulled my dress back into place and tucked himself into his jeans. He stood between my legs, watching me watch the stars. His hands ran up and down my dress-covered chest and torso, following the line in the middle of my tummy to the valley between my breasts. “Do you want to go back inside? We can stay out here for a little longer,” he asked softly.

I shrugged, indifferent to either option. “There’s snacks inside,” I thought aloud.

Wyatt chuckled. “Feeling peckish?” He pulled me up until I sat on the hood, resting my elbows on his shoulders.

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