Page 128 of Marked By the Pack
He didn’t give me anything. He just kept staring at me.
“I’ve been desperate for your cock,” I said. I gripped my toy harder and pulled it to my lips, like I was pulling his length to my mouth. “I need to taste you. Just one taste, please.” My tongue swirled around the end of the toy.
He still didn’t say a word.
I moaned as I licked the shaft.
Still no reaction.
I knew what he’d like. I grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it onto the toy. I squirted too much on purpose and some of it dropped onto my breasts. “Oops.” I ran my fingers down my chest, smearing the lube around. I circled my nipple. “I always make a mess when I’m excited.”
This time his Adam’s apple rose and then fell.
I bit my lip and kept massaging my breast. “Do you like making a mess on me, bad boy?” I slid my hand lower, smearing the lube down my stomach. “Please,” I begged. “I need to feel you.”
He still didn’t say a word.
My eyes stayed on his as I slid my fingers into my wetness. I pictured Bennett fucking my mouth while my head was upside down. And Otto licking me like he was starving. God, I don’t know if I was turning this guy on. But I was soaked. “I’m so wet for you,” I said as I licked the tip of the toy.
“You like being a little slut, don’t you?” he asked.
I moaned. I finally had him talking. “Just for you,” I said.
“I bet you wish you had one cock down your throat at the same time another dick was inside your pussy.”
If only he knew.My boyfriends would agree with his assessment of me. I arched my back even more.
“Fuck yourself with the toy, Zoey.”
I’d been hoping he’d tell me exactly what he wanted. I trailed the toy down my chest, dipping it between my breasts. I stopped when the toy was right above my pussy. “You want your dick inside of me instead of your fingers?”
He shook his head. “Those are your fingers. And a toy. This isn’t make-believe, Zoey. You’re fucking yourself. And you’re wishing it was me. Now do it.”
This was definitely different. Him just watching. Not pretending it was him. I pulled my fingers out, trailing my juices down my thigh. What had he said he wanted? For me to beg him to fuck me? He just wanted to watch and he wanted me to wish it was him.I’ve got this.
“I’m all warmed up,” I said, still not putting the toy inside of me. “Can’t you fuck me? I wantyou.”
He shook his head. “No.”
This guy needed a better imagination. I slid the toy inside my wetness, stretching my walls. I hit the vibrate setting and my back arched even more. God, that felt good. Not as good as Bennett, Ace, Huxley, or Otto…but still pretty good when I was so turned on from thinking about them.
“I want it to be you,” I said as I slowly moved the toy in and out of me.
“I bet you want it to be someone else more. Would you like that? Another man cumming inside of youwhile you stare into my eyes? Wishing it was me fucking you?”
I moaned.Yes.Actually, I would like that. I moved the toy faster. And for some reason I thought about Titan. My eyes had locked with his earlier tonight when I came. And I had no idea why I’d done that. This was the second show I was putting on tonight.
“You like picturing someone else fucking you while you’re staring at me. I can tell. You’re definitely the little slut I thought you were.”
His words just made me even wetter. I thrust the toy deeper inside of me.
“Keep getting fucked. Stare at me while he’s inside of you. Are you desperate for me yet? You know I’d be better than him.”
God.
“He’s fucking you so hard your tits are bouncing with each thrust. It’s good. But it’s not me.”
I moaned.
