Page 11 of He Sees You

Starting with the jingle bells that I glued near the base that would go ring-a-ting-ting every time she uses it…

Dove gapes at the dildo while I wait on bated breath for her reaction.

What’s going through her mind right now? I can’t tell. Always so expressive, her whole face seems to close off as she lifts thedildo up to her eyes. They’re fucking huge as she twists her wrist, looking at the length and girth of my erect cock.

The bells glued near the top jingle.

She lets out a short laugh, stifling it almost as quickly.

Does she like it? A lump of arousal lodges in my throat. Reaching down, I squeeze my randy cock through my sweatpants. I’m probably just as hard as that silicone model, and I’m suddenly more jealous than I should be that she’s holding onto that instead of me.

Dove shakes her head. She starts to shove the dildo back into the box, but whether it’s the way the bells are jingling as she tries to hide it or that her secret Santa sent her ajingle-dildoas a Christmas Eve present, she pauses.

Her forehead furrows. Twisting her wrist again, she holds it by the base, focusing on the large suction cup that I attached to the end of the mold.

I hold my breath again.

Dove runs her fingers along one of the thick veins. With her other hand, she grabs the folded notecard that fell out of the box with the dildo.

I lean forward as though that’ll help me get closer to her, watching impatiently as she reads the note I scribbled this morning.

Dove…

Dropping the card once she finished reading, she thumbs the suction cup on the jingle-dildo—and then she tosses the dildo onto the bed.

Damn it.

Ah,well. At least she didn’t open the box, freak out, and throw it right into the trash. I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle that rejection from my Dove.

I mean… what did I expect? For her to immediately strip, then jump pussy first onto an erotic gift sent to her by a stranger?

Over the last few months, I’ve seen her with her toys. Dove’s saved many a man’s life by not having a guy over since I’ve started to stalk her, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t take the time to pleasure herself. Seeing her rotate between the handful of toys she keeps in the nightstand by her bed actually gave me the idea to make a model of my own cock as an over-the-top Christmas gift.

I thought she would like it—and, holy shit, she’s heading to the kitchen, grabbing a pot, and filling it with water.

Dove hums a Christmas song—fittingly, I’m pretty sure it’s ‘Jingle Bells’—as she waits for the water to boil. She grabs two of the cookies I baked for her from the fridge, munching on them absently as she peeks inside the pot. Once it’s ready, she slips back into the bedroom, grabs my gift to her, and brings it back to the kitchen. Using a pair of tongs to keep the glued-on bells out of the boiling water, she sterilizes the silicone cock.

I lick my bottom lip. If she’s sterilizing it, does that mean she’s going to use it?

The answer to that is my very own Christmas miracle:yes.

It’s about a half an hour later. I watch Dove as she sets the dildo aside, letting it cool, while she makes herself some spaghetti in a separate spot. By the time she’s done eating and her touch-test confirms that the sterilized dildo isn’t hot any longer, my blue balls have basically turned fuckingpurple.

It didn’t seem right to rub one out to her slurping strands of spaghetti when the mold of my cock was in the camera frame. Maybe I was just torturing myself, too, trying to convince myself that she would actually use my Christmas gift tonight… either way, when Dove dumps her used dishes in the sink before grabbing the jingling dildo by the base, I can’t wait any longer.

No matter what she does, my real cock needs a little love and affection. Lifting my ass off the couch, I shove my sweatpants down so that I can easily access my erection.

Fuck. I’m so hard, it’s almost painful when I grab myself. I give it a quick stroke, turning the sensation to pleasure just in time to lift my phone up with my other hand.

I almost lose my load when I see that, in the time that I got ready to masturbate, so did Dove.

She’s naked from the waist down. I’m a little rueful that she didn’t take off her shirt so I could watch her tits bounce as she played with herself using the dildo I gave her, but when she tongues the suction cup before sticking the base of the toy to her wall… knowing she’s about to fuck herself withmycock… I can forgive her that.

When I have her on top of me for real, I’ll insist on her having her tits out. For now, I watch in amazement—and, okay, a tiny bit of envy—as Dove double-checks to make sure the dildo is staying put before she swipes a finger up her slit, looking to see if she’s ready to take the silicone monster.

I guess she must be because she goes on her hands and knees, then backs up so that the tip of my dildo is lined up with her entrance.

I swear to fucking God, it’s like Ifeelit as Dove rears back slowly, taking every last inch of the model inside of her.

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