Page 172 of Only With You

“Shouldn’t I take it off?” I glance at the jersey.

Leaning forward until he’s hovering over me again, his dick pokes and his pre-cum coats my back. I shudder and hold mybreath when I see him reach for the strap-on and bring it between my thighs.

“No, you’re not going to take it off,” he rasps in disbelief and without warning, he thrusts it hard inside me.

I get choked up on a breath and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I’m so full, the strap-on stretching me in a torturous yet delicious way. I struggle to grasp onto reality and the sheets. The vibrations from the crown, oh my God, this is unreal.Shit!

“That’s my fucking last name on your back. That means you’re mine, and I’ll be damned if anyone thinks they have a chance with you. Because it’ll never happen, right?”

His long fingers savagely dig into my hips, angrily and possessively like it’s my fault they reach out to me, but also like he’s making a statement.

I weakly nod and a murmured,“right”tumbles out in a quivering breath. My legs shake at the overwhelming feeling the vibrations bring. I feel it tease my G-spot and I clench around it.

“Good,” he thickly rasps and a gruff, content hum leaves him.

I moan, desperately seeking for my release, but that thought comes to a halt as he lets go of me and places the small remote in my hand.

“You’ll be in control of this and you decide how much you can handle,” he says and I know he’s not only referring to the strap-on, but also him fucking my ass.

My mouth becomes impossibly dry, thinking about what we’re going to do. I’ve never done this, never had two things inside of me at once. It’s jarring to think he’ll have his cock in my asshole while I have the silicone toy lodged inside of my pussy.

As daunting as it is to imagine it, I can’t help but feel wanton and immensely turned on at the thought. I’m so aroused that my nipples are painfully erect. Just them grazing the material of the jersey is sending shocks of pleasure to my lower body.

“If it becomes too much, I need you to tell me and I will stop. Okay?”

“Okay.” I curl my fingers around the small remote, still leaving it at the lowest vibrating level.

“Knees on the bed,” he orders.

I feel like I’m tipsy, because when I lift my knees to the bed, my legs wobble like they’re almost going to give out on me and everything spins. My head’s in a deep fog, fire licking every inch of me, and I’m certain the synapses in my body are shot from the blistering pressure. I’m even sweating. Beads of sweat cling to my forehead, between the valley of my breasts, and my back.

“Ohhhhh,” I moan, tensing at the way the silicone penis somewhat moves inside of me. Once I’m in the position he wants, chest pressed against the mattress, my knees on the bed and ass in the air, he shifts the pillow vertically and forces me down on it. That thrusts the toy deeper inside of me, hitting my G-spot.

My eyes shoot wide open before everything blurs and goes white. My jaw falls slack and the simmering shock of electricity strikes my body. Everything combusts inside of me.

I come so hard, I cry out a loud blubbering moan that follows with a few muddled words. I don’t know what’s coming out of my mouth, but I can’t stop it because the orgasm is so intense, it nearly knocks the air out of me.

“I wish you could see yourself,” Landon says after a moment as I try to compose myself, but somehow, the orgasm comes back in faint aftershocks. “You look so hot coming undone like that. You’re going to do it again on my cock, aren’t you?”

The best I can manage is a feeble nod, because I can’t stop feeling it, not when the crown of the toy is still vibrating inside of me, still grazing my G-spot.

It’s hard to keep still, but I manage when I feel two fingers on my asshole. He’s gentle, brushing the tips of his fingers around it like he’s massaging it.

As I look over my shoulder, I swear I could come again at the sight of him. His cock glistens with what I assume is the lube and he lazily strokes it. His brows are set along with his jaw, eyes keen on my ass and what he does to me.

Like he can feel my eyes on him, he looks up at me, our gazes colliding, and a shit-eating grin curls on his face.

“Breathe for me, yeah?”

I exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I blink, doing my best to remind myself to breathe, but when he inserts a finger inside of me, I tense and squeeze my eyes shut.

Oh God, it’s too much and it’s only one finger.

“Breathe, Love, breathe,” he encourages and grabs my hip. His finger stills, pushing inside of me. “Focus on how good your cunt feels right now. Remember to use the remote if you need to.”

The reminder of that has the slight discomfort fading away.

“You’re doing so well, taking my finger like that, and I know you’ll take my cock just as well, won’t you?” his vehemently praises.

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