Page 59 of Glitz & Goals

I reach for my little pile of toys, pre-washed and ready for use. Viv’s pupils expand as I hold up the wand. I’m told that fully charged, these things can last for hours, and you bet your ass I left it plugged in overnight. I turn it on to the lowest setting and press it to the peak of one nipple.

Vivian sighs and adjusts her shoulders, seeking more sensation. I smile to myself as I press it to the other nipple, then trail the vibrating bulb down her belly, across her spread thighs, circling closer and closer to her pussy before finally turning it off.

She lifts her head to glare at me. “You’d better not be edging me again,” she complains. “You made promises, mister.”

“Me? Never.” I pluck a bottle of warming lube from the bedside drawer and squeeze a bit into my hand. When I’m ready, I get comfortable between her thighs, with my feet dangling off the edge of the bed. I’m going to be here for a while.

I take my time circling her clit, not quite touching her where she needs it most. When I’m done, I reach for the wand again and turn it back to low. This time, I press it to her swollen flesh, circling and changing angles based on her cries and movements.

I rest my cheek against the inside of her thigh and press a kiss there.

Her thigh jerks as she digs her heels into the mattress. From this angle, I can see her body responding, tightening around nothing. My dick, already at attention, throbs. I love having her like this, spread out before me, totally exposed.

“That was faster than I expected,” I observe, turning off the wand.

“Yeah, because I’ve been celibate all week.” Viv’s gaze searches for mine, her expression practically begging for more. “I hope you’ve got more in mind, because those two barely counted.”

I chuckle as I fish around the pile until I find what I’m looking for, then hold the dildo up for inspection.

Viv bites her lip, and I laugh at how poorly she hides her excitement. “I thought your dick was the only one allowed in my pussy?” She rolls her eyes.

“Technically, thisismine. I paid good money for it.” I rub it between her legs, then ease the tip inside her. She gasps in surprise when I turn it on to its lowest vibration setting.

I can’t feel her like I could if it was me inside her—although my aching erection can certainly imagine how it will feel—so I take my time working it into her with short thrusts until it’s seated inside her. My left hand drifts lower, reaching inside my boxer briefs. As she watches me, I stroke myself beneath the fabric, imagining it’s Viv’s mouth wrapped around me instead of my own hand. The thought alone is enough to make me leak pre-cum. I stroke again with my right hand until the musclesof her thighs start twitching and jumping, and she lets her eyes flutter closed.

Which means that when I reach for the wand again, she doesn’t see it coming.

“Oh, fuck!” she howls when I press the vibrator to her clit again. I have to adjust my position so that I can use both hands, which is a problem at first. After some maneuvering, I end up sitting upright and tugging her against me so that her ass is in my lap, rubbing against my underwear and leaking dick beneath.

There’s just enough sensation that I can feel my mind going pleasantly fuzzy, but I’m clearheaded enough to enjoy the sight of Viv bucking and moaning before me, crying out as I hold her steady while teasing her clit with the wand.

It takes her a little longer to come the third time, and when she does, I get the full view of her head rolling back, her lips parting, her back bowing as she cries my name.

“Good girl,” I tell her, massaging her thigh. “That’s right, let go. Give it to me.”

She’s still gasping when I turn both vibrators up to the next setting. No reprieve this time. If she’s going to scold me for edging her, I’m going to be merciless.

“Grady,” Viv pants. “I’m not… I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” I ask.

“I’m going to—I’m going to—” Her cry this time is even louder. Her ass presses into my lap, her leaking pussy drenching my boxer briefs. God, I could come just from this.

“Surely you’ve got more for me.” I reach up to squeeze one breast, massaging it “You’re not done already, are you, sweet girl?”

Viv doesn’t answer. Her body is tight as a bowstring. She’s so loud. She’s so wet. She’s a fucking wet dream, and she’s mine.

My jersey. My number.

My future wife.

I don’t have a plan—I don’t need one. All I know is that one way or another, she’s going to be mine, because no one else has ever made me feel like she does—like I’m whole.

I might be losing my mind just the tiniest bit as I turn both toys to their highest setting. I keep using the wand on her until her cries run into each other, one long repeat of my name, “Grady, Grady, Grady, Grady, Grady…” and then, at last, “Please.”

I toss both toys aside. Viv utters a sharp cry when I ease the toy out of her. I yank off my compression boxers, which are damp at the front with a mixture of my precum and Vivan’s repeated orgasms. I slide my fingers under one set of knots and pull, lifting Viv up and into my lap. It takes some maneuvering to guide myself inside her, but she’s so wet for me that I slide up to the hilt in one smooth move.

My hand slides to the back of her neck, guiding her gaze up to meet mine. “You know what you do to me, don’t you?” I murmur, my voice low and thick. Her breath hitches, and that slight hesitation—like she’s not sure if she wants to surrender or fight—makes my grip tighten just a little. Just enough to remind her who’s in charge tonight.

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