Page 77 of All Twerk, No Play

“What do you think about when you’re alone?” he asked, his mouth never lifting from my neck as he slowly slid the dildo inside me.

Unrelated mental images flashed across my mind’s eye: a head between my legs against the leather seat in the back of a towncar, a hand on my throat as I gasped for air, bent over my desk with my hands behind my back, my Prada heel on a tattooed chest.

But I couldn’t speak, choking on the words locked in my throat. I took a gasping breath as my body completely lost momentum.

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t have to tell me anything,” he murmured directly into my ear, his warm breath on my neck, and my breath slowly steadied. “It would be hot if we think about the same things. Or maybe you have fantasies I haven’t thought of—though I doubt that—and I could help you enjoy them.”

His hand ran circles along my ribs. “Do you want me to guess your fantasies? Or to shut the fuck up?”

Telling him to shut up would make him laugh, but … “Guess.”

“It probably starts with a memory,” he sped the pace of his thrusts as I nodded. “That first night at the club. You pull me into the bathroom. I hike up your skirt. I slide my fingers inside this greedy pussy to make you come. Or in the cab, you put my hand on your thigh. I tease your clit while you tell the driver your address.” My moan echoed between his labored breaths. “Or later that night, instead of being alone in my bed, you demand I lick your pussy. God, I wanted you to climb on my face,” he confessed. I dropped my head onto his shoulder, hips bucking beneath his hands.

“Or maybe you think about the elevator,” he said into my ear, and I couldn’t stop my moan. “You let down your hair, you dared me to take off my shirt—”

“Truth,” I corrected breathlessly. “Tattoos.”

“What if the fire department hadn’t interrupted? Would you have dared me to take off my pants?” I couldn't hold back my whimper. “Dared me to fuck you?”

“Would you have?” I whispered.

“We didn’t have a condom,” he answered, confirmation that he’d considered it. “I’ve never had sex without one.”

“And in your fantasy?” I arched into his hand as it trailed down my stomach, wanting him lower. “Do you have a condom?”

“In my fantasy,” his perfect voice rumbled, “you tell me I don’t need one. You want me bare.”

I barely heard his low rumble over my panting. “How do you know—?”

“I have them too, Victoria. So many fantasies—all about you.”

He lifted my bullet vibrator, jolting me into the moment. “Wait. Hold on.”

He froze, dropping the bullet on the comforter, stopping the vibrations inside me, lifting his hands from my body. It took a moment to process just how quickly he reacted.

“I didn’t mean—” I said, trying to catch my breath. I picked up the red bullet, putting it back in his hand. “The gray one is better. More powerful.”

He huffed a relieved breath as his hard cock surged into my back. “You’re gonna kill me, Victoria.”

He leaned over to my nightstand and fumbled for the gray one, running his thumb over the smoother silicon before lifting it for my approval. “Better?”

“Better.” He turned back on my dildo then brought my bullet vibrator to my clit. I gasped at the sudden touch, my hips pulsing too hard.

“Holy shit that’s strong, sorry.” He shifted it to a less intense spot on the side of my clit. When I relaxed again, arching my back as my hips shifted, he asked, “Where were we?”

“Your fantasies."

“You want me to keep going?” he asked. I nodded so fast that he laughed.

“Legs over my shoulders on your couch while I eat you out. You beg me to bend you over the armrest. My bed, riding my face, holding me down so all I can see or taste or feel is you. You on top so your amazing tits bounce while you come.”

His words played out in my mind, cycling through every conceivable position in familiar settings.

Through his eyes, I saw myself as a goddamn goddess, demanding what I wanted. I always thought desperation was a flaw, but he was unabashedly desperate for me, and I loved it.

“Asking me to come on your tits was even better than my fantasy. So hot when you rubbed my cum all over your perfect pink nipples.”

Oh god, I was so close. I reached behind his head to grip his hair. He cursed, precum leaking onto my lower back as his hands and his words sped.

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