Page 113 of He Should Be Mine
“You ready, Duckling?” I purr.
He nods and licks his lips. And continues to stare.
I flash him a smile. “Get your phone out, then.”
He startles as if slapped. But then he pulls himself together quickly. He shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone. As he taps at it, I place my bag down.
Dario looks up at me. He holds his phone up and nods.
Showtime.
I look towards the camera, but really I’m looking at Dario. This show is for him. I’m going to pretend that he is filming it for himself. For the rest of the afternoon, I’m going to exist in a fantasy where I belong to Dario. A world where I’m his boy and everything is wonderful.
My body moves. I don’t need music. Sensuality has a rhythm all of its own. A primal beat. A pulse that we all can feel in our souls.
I surrender to it. I unleash the carnal beast that lives within me, just below my skin. He likes to come out and play.
My hips move. My limbs flow. My hands glide over my skin, drawing attention to exactly where I want it.
Dario looks utterly mesmerized. I don’t think he could look away if he wanted to. I can practically see the waves of arousal, lust, and desire rolling off him.
It’s enough to make me dizzy. I’ve had countless men look at me with hunger. But never a man I truly wanted to crave me.
Dario’s longing is a feast for my soul. It is going to fill in all the cracks and mend the broken pieces. Dario is going to make me whole again.
My movements flow into my well-practiced panty slide. I don’t even have to think about this bit. I can let my heart flutter to soppy thoughts about Dario, while muscle memory rolls my panties down in a deeply sexy way.
Now my ass is practically in Dario’s face. My back is to him and I’m bent over nearly low enough to touch my toes. The panties are gone. My ass-binky is on full display.
I reach around and begin playfully easing it out. Out a little, back in. Out a little more. Give it a little wriggle.
Hmm, that feels good. I wish it was Dario’s cock, but I’ve been blessed with a vivid imagination. My eyes flutter closed. I ride the sensations coursing through me.
Arousal tightens deep in my belly. Shit. I’m going to cum. I’d better get to the main event.
With dramatic flair, I pull the butt plug all the way out. I hold perfectly still so Dario can get a good view of my fluttering hole.
Then I reach into the bag and pull out the bright pink dildo. The one that is an exact replica of Dario’s cock.
Dario makes a noise. A deep, manly sound that makes my toes curl and my head spin.
Oh my fucking god. That was the single most hottest thing I have ever heard. I’m going to have to edit it out later, but I wonder if I can figure out a way of keeping the sound file. And replaying it a thousand times when I’m alone. It’s going to give me a million orgasms, I can already tell.
While my mind whirls with possibilities, my body gets onto the sofa in an exceedingly slutty way. I am proud of myself. I may not have any fancy diplomas or degrees, but I’m not short of skills.
Now it is time to lift my legs up and spread them. I look down and see Dario and his phone framed by my thighs. As close as he can get. He sure knows how to get the money shot.
I line the dildo up to my hole. The butt plug was slathered in lube. I’m more than good to go.
I let out a breathy sigh.
Then I make a huge drama of working it in. I gasp. I writhe. I moan. I twist. I buck my hips.
Slowly, slowly, the closest thing to Dario’s cock that I can have, fills my ass. The size of it is perfect. Just the right amount of stretch. Perfect amount of heaviness. I feel complete.
My noises and reactions are exaggerated, not fake.
I bite my bottom lip. I start to slide the dildo in and out of me. Long, slow, sure slides.
