Page 20 of Degraded Terms

She licks her dry lips before looking up at me. “More?”

I nod, reaching under the desk to knead my aching cock with the palm of my hand.

Ava unclips her bra and tosses it away. My breath stalls as her plump breasts fall a bit, drooping from their weight. Her dark red nipples jut out in hard tips. I crave tasting them, to curl my tongue around the soft flesh as I squeeze them in my hands.

She blows out a breath before dropping her panties next, and I lean onto my elbow, biting down on my knuckle at the small, trimmed patch of black curls. She’s magnificent, an eternal beauty I’ll never tire of gazing at.

Opening the drawer, I pull out the small tube and hold it out for her to grab. “Lube. If you need it.”

Her eyes flicker to it, then back down to the machine on the floor. She crosses her arms, obstructing the perfect view of her chest. I scowl, which she catches before she drops her arms back to her sides. Then she walks over slowly, grabs the bottle, and moves back to the middle of the room.

“Don’t be afraid to use it, Ava. I don’t want you in pain.”

She nods, biting down on her lip. “You just want me to sit on it?”

“Yes, just like you would ride a real cock.”

Ava uncaps the lube, pours some onto her hand, then kneels to stroke the dildo. My eyes trace the curve of her back and down over her ass, wanting a peek at the pussy just hidden from view. She grips the fake cock, only hesitating for a second before stroking it slowly and slathering it with the clear liquid. I can see the small tint of pink on her cheeks as she does, and I know she’s embarrassed as I watch her.

My cock hardens further at her humiliation, the fact she still can be…is turning me on more. Ava’s blush is like a drug to me, and I constantly seek my next hit. The innocent aura that lingers around her begs me to corrupt her.

She stands, staring at her glistening hand then looks back at me. I nod to the towel I placed on the couch and she cleans it offbefore moving to the saddle. Ava swallows, staring down at it with apprehension.

I cross my arms, watching her before she lets out a sigh and moves over the toy. One foot on each side, she squats and grabs the dildo to notch at her entrance, and then her nervous eyes reach mine.

“Don’t be scared, Ava. I only want your pleasure.”

Her mouth falls open as she sinks down. Her knees fall to the floor as she settles, and her nails dig into the edge of the cushion. I drag my eyes down her body, the quiver of her breasts as she shifts to her side to accommodate more of the cock.

Her lips as they stretch around the dildo, giving me a glimpse of the pink flesh underneath. I stand, and her eyes widen as I walk towards her.

“Look at you. Such a good little pet sitting on that cock. So beautiful,” I mutter, rubbing a knuckle under her chin and tilting her face up to me. “Take it all, Ava. Stretch that desperate pussy.”

Her pupils dilate, her breathing grows shallow as her eyelashes flutter, and she rocks her hips back and forth. When her pussy rubs against the top of the machine, I kneel before her to ensure she’s taken it all.

My thumb presses against the top of her folds, finding the small swollen bud. She jerks at the first swipe and I fight to contain my smile.

“Sensitive little whore, aren’t you?”

Ava tries to shake her head but I tsk at her. Licking the small smear of juices on my thumb, I stand and stare down at her.“I’m going to grade my papers. And you’re going to stay on this. You’re not allowed to move off of it, understand?”

Her eyebrows furrow, but she nods. “I understand.”

“Good,” I smirk and grab the remote thrown to the side. I set it on medium vibration and she lets out a small shriek when it starts to hum immediately.

“Oh god, Asher—that’s—Oh. My. God.” Her head flings back as her body shakes. Her cheeks flush as her first orgasm washes through her. My cock leaks at the sight, the way her stomach contracts and her fingers scramble to grip onto something.

Her toes curl as her thighs clench around the machine. She’s panting as she looks up at me, her chin trembling as she struggles to stay seated from the painful pleasure of oversensitivity.

I kiss my fingertips and press them against her lips before walking to my desk. The vision of her coming while stuffed with cock will be playing in my mind forever, a constant re-run of my favorite show. Her hips gyrate, and I smirk when she gasps and then lets out a small groan. If she thought moving would relieve anything, she’s severely mistaken.

I shuffle some papers, trying not to take out the throbbing erection that demands I release some of this pressure. Ava cries out again, and my eyes flicker to her shaking legs as her toes stretch and then curl again.

“Asher—I don’t—oh fuck.”

I can’t look away as she comes for a second time. Her body trembles more violently, and I tilt my head, taking in every detail. Perhaps she’s more sensitive than I planned; she mightnot make it for as long as I want her to. Grabbing the small cup of water with a straw, I walk towards her and hold the tip to her mouth.

Her hooded eyes lift to me, her head dropping back. Hair is already clinging to the sides of her sweaty face.

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