Page 3 of Monster's Mystery

“You’d better be,” Aiden grumbled. “Just for that, get your vibe. You’re not allowed to fuck that cock until you get yourself off.”

I rolled my eyes, but did as he said. “Better?” I snarked, turning the vibrator on and holding it to my clit.

“Mmm,” Aiden purred, running his hands through his hair, his gaze fixed on my slowly moving fingers. “Wish I could be there to hold you down, make you edge yourself over and over again. Make sure you can’t come until you’re positivelysobbingfor it.”

I shuddered in pleasure at the thought. Although Aiden had been visiting for a week, we hadn’t had much time to ourselves, and had only managed to have quickies, other than the one memorable evening when my parents had gone out and Aiden had made love to me for three hours straight, in both his forms. We’d stayed connected by his knot afterward, cuddling in the afterglow. But that had not been a night for deprivation. I had lost count of how many orgasms Aiden had given me before he’d come the first time, let alone the last.

“I want you to stick the head of that fake cock inside your pussy.Onlythe head, mind. Give your body something to hug as it tightens.” Aiden grinned. He was positively diabolical, but I loved it.

The head of the dildo was thick, but it narrowed right below the corona before flaring out again at the shaft. I’d have something inside me, but I would want more. And Aiden knew it.

I whimpered once it was seated inside me, my thighs straining to keep me from dropping down the length.

“The faster you come, the sooner you can fuck your little silicone toy,” Aiden said.

I growled a little, making him laugh.

I swear I came a bit, just from the sound of his laughter. It hit a chord inside of me that makes me swoon.

The vibrator was working overtime on my little bundle of nerves, my clit twitching with need as it swelled under my experienced touch.

Although Aiden and I had explored each other’s bodies quite thoroughly over the course of the school year, he loved to watch me touch myself, resisting the urge to assist me until after I had made myself come.

Honestly, it was a pretty great ego boost to have someone derive so much pleasure just from watching me touch my own body. It wasn’t something I was particularly used to.

Body positivity is difficult. So much media is thrown at us, to have to look a certain way, feel a certain way. If you look different, if you’ve got hips and thighs that are thicker than average, it’s hard to remember that you are still gorgeous. Well, at least it is for me.

Maybe that’s one of the reasons Aiden likes it when I do this. He likes seeing me confident in my own skin.

Speaking of skin, I wanted to crawl out of mine. The buzzing vibrations were driving me to distraction, which made my trembling thighs loosen a little, dropping my body down the dildo. I noticed when I felt my body open up over the second bump, which was much larger than the first.

My eyes shot open and I stared into the mirror, hoping that Aiden hadn’t noticed.

He was looking right back at me with the biggest smirk on his face. “Did you come?” he asked quietly.

I shook my head.

“So you’re deliberately disobeying me,” he continued.

I shook my head again, more vehemently this time.

“No, no, you obviously want that little toy inside you.”

I wondered where this was going and swallowed hard when I realized.

“Maybe you should sink down all the way. This is what you want, isn’t it?” he said, his voice like silk. “Go on. Stuff yourself.”

Slowly, showing a level of patience I didn’t feel, I lowered myself down to the base of the toy. The last bump was the largest, and it connected with the base, which meant I was stretched as wide as I could be. Or at least, as wide asthe toywould stretch me. I whined a little, and swallowed it back. I didn’t want my body to get used to the intrusion. I wanted toride!

“There you go,” Aiden said. “Doesn’t that feel nice? Use your fingers. Show me how tight you are around that toy. Yessss, just like that. Good girl. You can use your vibrator again now.”

My jaw dropped open. “What?”

“You need to come before you’re allowed to fuck yourself silly. You’re not allowed to move. Do you understand?”

“Oh fuck,” I muttered. The way my thighs were angled, this was going to be an even more difficult position to hold. At least I couldn’t fall any further onto the toy. It was seated as deep as possible within me.

I turned on the vibrator again, and touched it above the bundle of nerves, now swollen with desire. I could see, although somewhat distorted, in the frame of the mirror. The shock of being touched again sent sparks shooting up my spine, making me arch my back and thrust my breasts out. I was close.

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