Page 129 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
I shift the phone, angling it down until the frame’s full of my fist stroking my cock, thick, flushed, glistening at the head. Her eyes widen, lips parting on a quiet gasp.
“Jesus, babe…” she breathes, her hand faltering for half a second before she catches herself. “You’re so hard for me.”
“Keep going,” I growl, my grip sliding from base to tip, slow enough to make my own stomach tighten.
Her gaze pins me, pupils blown so wide they swallow nearly every trace of color. Her chest heaves in quick, shallow bursts, breasts rising high, nipples tight and flushed, begging for my mouth.
She bites her lip, but her eyes stay fixed on the slow pull of my hand over my cock, watching every stroke, every bead of pre-come running down the length. Her breathing stutters when I squeeze at the base, dragging it out, and I swear I feel the heat of her stare through the screen.
She shifts, thighs flexing, pussy glistening in the light, and I know she’s imagining me there. My mouth, my fingers, my cock filling her until she forgets her own name.
“Get your toy,” I tell her, leaving no space for her to pretend she didn’t hear.
Her hand dips out of frame. When it comes back, she holds the pale-pink vibrator which is about the size of my cock.
“Prop the phone up where I can see everything.”
Stevie sets the phone on her stand and positions between her legs so the camera catches everything. Her spread thighs. Swollen pink pussy. Glistening and ready. She flicks the tip through her slit until it shines with her arousal.
“Now push it in,” I beg. “I want you take all of it.”
She’s so wet, the head parts her folds easily, disappearing inch by inch into her tight heat. I can see her clench around it and the way her inner walls stretch and ripple as she works the length deeper until the curved handle rests flush against her.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
“Now, pull it out. Slow until I can see you open.”
She obeys, withdrawing until only the head is inside. A faint squelch comes through the speaker, obscene and perfect. Then, she slides it back in with a wet glide so viscerally naughty, my balls tighten and I have to clench my base to avoid blowing my load too soon.
“Now turn it on and fuck yourself with it,” I demand. “Hard. Make me hear how wet you are.”
“Yeah, okay…” She flicks the switch and drives the toy in fast, hips rising to meet each thrust. Her clit catches against the curve every time, pulling gasps out of her throat. Her nipples stand tight and flushed as her breasts bounce with each movement.
The sound of her getting herself off fills my headphones, filthy and addictive.
“Eyes on me,” I remind her when they flutter shut.
Her gaze locks with mine. “I’m trying, it feels so good.”
“Tell me.” My hand moves faster over my cock, lubricating myself with pre-come.
“It’s…warm,” she moans, “buzzing through my clit, right up into my belly.” Her hips roll, pushing the toy higher. “It’s thick. Stretching me. I feel every ridge.” She rocks against it, eyes half-shut. “Fuck. I want it deeper. Where you’d be. Hitting my spot.”
She drives it in to the base, her pussy gripping tight, wetness catching the light. Pulls it halfway out, then pushes it back in with a wet, filthy sound.
“How full are you?” I growl.
“Full enough I can feel my pulse in my pussy,” she gasps, voice fraying at the edges.
My hand fists tighter. “Christ, Stevie. You’re fucking gorgeous. You don’t know what you do to me.”
“I’m—oh, fuck—I’m right there—” She drives the toy harder, wetter, her thighs trembling.
Her back arches, hips jerking, a broken cry tears from her throat. The toy glistens as she fucks herself through it, juices dripping down her fingers. Her chest heaves and mouth falls open while her whole body ripples with aftershocks.
“God, yes, baby. Show me. Let me see you lose it for me.” I stroke faster, watching every twitch of her clit against the toy.
Her moan shivers through the speaker, eyes glassy but locked on mine. “Your turn.”
