Page 44 of The Spice Play

He was so hard. So,soimpossibly hard, the slightlydarker skin pulled taut around every inch of length and girth he had to offer. The tip, bulging and pink and demanding, glistened and dripped with clear precum that I was desperate to taste. I wanted all of it. Anything he’d give me.

He lifted his cock, one finger pointing out the same spot on him that I’d teased with my tongue on the dildo. “Feels best here,” he said, tapping gently on the thin skin. “And everywhere along the underside.”

I lifted my hand to him, waiting until he moved his out of the way so I could wrap my fingers around it. So warm, sorigid, and he twitched in my grasp, that drop getting larger and threatening to fall off.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I lifted myself, the silicone sliding halfway out of me and dragging a shuddering moan from me again, and darted my tongue out across his tip, tasting every bit of what he was making.

Oh, fuck.

It was sweet. Sweet, with a hint of saltiness, and I wanted more, wanted it coating my mouth, but I gave him what he was clearly craving instead.

I closed my mouth around him and dragged my tongue across that specific little spot, and the sound he made was so obscene, so delightfully sinful that I wished I’d recorded it so I could play it on a loop anytime I touched myself. Just from that, I could feel the hint of my release building in my gut, and I forced myself to focus, to pull my hand up and down his length as I played with him.

“Christ, that’s—that’s perfect, baby,” he rasped, his now-free hand cupping my cheek instead. “You’re fucking perfect.”

The need for more pushed me further, and I took moreof him into my mouth, coating my tongue in the little bit of precum he leaked as my tongue slid over the underside of his cock. I pulled back, pushed forward, pulled back, pushed forward, bringing my hand along with me to cover the bases I wasn’t.

Seb struggled to keep steady as he watched me, his eyes locked on every little movement I did, meeting mine when I hazarded a glance up at him. I built further, teetering, moaning around his length, and coming up for air when it was a little too much to control.

“Seb, I?—”

“Fuck yourself on the toy,” he ordered, dragging his thumb across my lower lip and moving the saliva around. “I want you to come with my cock in your mouth. Understand?”

I nodded and opened up again, letting him invade my space as I moved my hips, grinding down against the length of the dildo beneath me. I tried to focus on keeping my teeth out of the way, tried to make my tongue do exactly what he wanted, but I was losing the fight and rocketing toward an orgasm I couldn’t stop.

I pushed myself further, pushed Seb to the back of my throat, stroked him with my tongue. And just there, just as I felt everything coil inside of me and tighten, I swallowed, opening myself up, and the feel ofhimfilling every bit of available space in my throat as I pushed him impossibly further sent me over the goddamn edge.

I broke, and my moan vibrated around him, dragging those debaucherous noises from him again as pleasure swept across every inch of my body. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything more than feel every sensation around me, and in his need, he pushed me that little bit further. He pulled himself from my throat andpushed forward again, asking me silently to do it again, to take him again, to let him go further.

I did.

Over and over, I let him, keeping my gag reflex under control. He took it slowly, giving me room to breathe as I writhed beneath him, and on the tenth or so time he’d managed to slip in further than he should have, he got me all the way to the base.

I can still do it.

I wrapped my hands around his thighs, gripping him, digging my fingers in the moment he went to pull back. I still had enough air, still had the ability to stay on, and even with every uncontrollable urge to gag and spit him out, I wanted to push myself.

“Good fucking girl,” Seb said, the words reverberating in his chest and coming out as deep as a growl.

The vibrator hummed mercilessly against my sensitive clit, daring me to come again so soon, and just as that tipped into uncontrollable territory, I pulled back completely. Thick saliva connected us and I dragged my hand over him, spreading it, using it as lube as I caught my breath and struggled not to erupt into yet another orgasm. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, I’m—I want to come again, I want to come because of you.”

He nodded hastily and dropped to his knees, wrapping a single arm around my waist to hoist me up high enough that the dildo slipped out of me. It was slightly less maddening, but I was still there, still almost at the edge, still writhingly desperate and seconds from losing it.

He pushed me back down and onto the plush carpet, forcing me down until I was lying back with the vibrator still going relentlessly inside and out. He didn’t waste time with his hands or his mouth — he got my legs up and overhis shoulders in record time and pressed his cock into me without a second’s hesitation.

Allthe way into me.

“Fuck, come here,” he rasped, leaning over me with one hand beside my head to take his weight. The other grabbed ahold of my jaw, and then he was kissing me, prying my mouth open with his, exploring every bit of it as his hips began to move.

I could have sworn I was seeing entire fucking galaxies behind my eyelids.

His mouth moved sloppily, desperately against mine as he drove into me, stretching me just a little bit more than the silicone had, and I couldn’t take it anymore — everything closed down, every bit of willpower I had exploded into nothingness as my second orgasm crashed through me like lightning, unyielding and uncontrollable.

My nails dug into his chest and his mouth caught the majority of the shrieking sound ripping from me. My hips bucked into his on their own, and he tumbled after me almost immediately, breaking from the kiss and burying his head in the crook of my neck instead as his cock drove into me with reckless abandon. “Yes, Nelly,” he croaked.

A second later and more warmth spread out inside of me from the tip of his twitching cock, and I couldfeelit leaking out, could feel it dripping over my rear. He slowed, and then stopped, his hand frantically searching for the little button on the vibrator but failing. He pulled it out of me instead, freeing me from the overstimulation torture.

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