Page 87 of The Final Faceoff
I press the vibrator deeper.
Her mouth drops open, a choked sound ripping from her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.” I push it in further, watching the way her greedy little cunt stretches around it, sucking it in.
She moans loudly, thrashing beneath me, already wrecked.
“You love this, don’t you? Love being spread open on your favorite toy while I watch?” I press it in a little deeper, thumb circling her clit, drawing out every little sound I want from her.
She’s panting, moaning, desperate.
I turn up the setting.
Her body seizes, her head jerking back, her back arching. “Fuck. Leif—oh my God?—”
I grip her jaw, making her look at me, forcing her to focus on nothing but me while I fuck her open with the toy.
“You gonna come for me again, baby? You gonna soak this toy while I watch?”
She nods frantically, thighs trembling, her whole body tight.
“Say it.”
Her voice comes out wrecked. “Yes—fuck—gonna come—please?—”
“Do it.”
She shatters, her pussy clenching around the toy, her body convulsing beneath me, her moan turning into a desperate, broken sob.
I work her through it, letting her ride every pulse, every wave, until she collapses against the bed, wrecked. Slowly, I pull the vibrator out, watching the way her pussy clenches, greedy for more. And fuck if I didn’t wish it was my cock inside her.
I press a filthy, possessive kiss to her inner thigh.
Then, I bring the vibrator to her lips.
“Suck it clean, baby.”
Her eyes widen, but she obeys, taking it into her mouth, licking herself off it, her tongue swirling over the head.
I groan, my cock so fucking hard it hurts.
“Goddamn, Hailey.” I grip my cock through my pants, watching her suck, her lips stretched, her tongue teasing.
She pulls back with a wet pop, licking the last drop off her lips.
I growl.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
She grins lazily. “You love it.”
I hover over her, grabbing her wrists, pinning her down.
“Yeah, baby. I do.”
She sighs in her sleep, completely spent.
That’s how I want her.
