Page 163 of The Holiday Fakers
Then he finally puts the vibe rightthere, and I shatter into a million pieces of light. The release shudders through me, even more powerful because I can’t move. Stars explode in the darkness behind the mask, a ringing in my ears almost as loud as my scream.
The climax keeps pulsing through me with the vibration of the toy on my clit. No vibe has ever felt like this. But then again, it’s one thing to fantasize about Brody when using a toy by myself, and quite another to have the man himself using one on me.
As I lie boneless on the covers, panting, my mind and body broken, the weight of his legs lifts. Then he takes my underwear off and spreads my legs again.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs right next to my pussy, and I’m hit with another jolt of pleasure.
“Please.”
He blows a stream of cool air across my clit, and I buck my hips, trying to meet his mouth.
“You want me to lick this sweet pussy?” he asks, his voice deep and husky. “Because you know I want to. I want to taste you on my tongue, feel you fall apart.”
“Yes!”
Just as I think he won’t, he gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue thrusting deep inside me.
“Oh my God, yes!”
He groans as he eats me out, as if he can’t get enough, and, hot on the heels of my first climax, another one barrels toward me.
But then he stops, leaving me panting and lost.
“Keep those legs spread for me, Piper. I’m gonna try something.”
I nod, my heart thumping in my chest, pleasure prickling across my skin.
There’s another buzzing sound, then he attaches a toy to my clit, and suddenly I’m racing so fast for the edge of the cliff I can’t even breathe.
His tongue thrusts back inside me as he turns the vibe up to eleven, and I’m gone. The release shoots me through heaven and out the other side into an endless ocean of orgasms, each one building on the other until I don’t know how I’m still in one piece. My pussy feels like a waterfall of light, like—holy shit, am I squirting?
But I can’t follow the thought because Brody’s mouth and the toy are gone, and now he’s easing another one inside me, already vibrating.
This must be the—oh my fucking God!
One end is buzzing inside me, and the other end is suctioned onto my clit like a horny octopus.
Brody’s free hand finds my breast, and the moment he tugs my nipple, I’m screaming once more, my pussy convulsing with another climax even more powerful than all the others I’ve just had.
He thrusts the toy inside me, and I gush again, my muscles contracting as pleasure crashes through me.
Every breath is a cry, the sensations breaking me apart until I’m shaking.
Brody eases the toy out of me, removes the cuffs and blindfold, then covers me with his body, murmuring how much he loves me and how perfect I am as he strokes my hair and soothes me.
My arms are still trembling as I hold on to his back, feeling the dampness of his shirt from his sweat.
“I …”
“Shh … it’s okay. You don’t need to talk.”
I don’t know how long we lie like this as I continue to float somewhere between heaven and earth. I have no awareness of time. It’s just endless bliss, with no beginning and no end.
But eventually I become aware of two things: one, I’m lying on a wet towel, and two, my pussy wants Brody’s hard cock inside her.
“Did I squirt?” I murmur.
“Yes,” he replies, nuzzling my ear. “And it was hot as fuck.”
