Page 80 of Yearn
“Oh fuck, baby.”
The word whore rolled through me like an electric pulse.
So insane in erotic bliss, I imagined Ro in the corner of the bathroom, wide-eyed and proud, holding her own little toy while she watched Dominic ruin me. Ro with that sexy dark brown skin close to midnight.
Lush and bold.
Hips thick.
Soft, ass big.
Lips parted as the hum of her vibrator echoed between her thighs.
And then—God help me—Cadence flashed into the same thought. Cadence with her lighter skin and huge soft breasts, pressing against Ro’s curves, their bodies slick with steam as they watched Dominic own the shit out of me.
And it turned them on.
Dominic tapped the rose in quick bursts over my clit.
“Oh!”
Then, he hovered it just above, letting the hum taunt me without touching.
“Dominic, please.”
“Keep begging.”
“Please touch me. Please fuck me.”
“Say sorry for not coming back down last night.”
“I’m so sorry, baby. Mommy should have come back down.”
“You think I got any sleep?”
“N-no.”
“All I thought about was these sexy breasts.”
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. Maybe. . .” I shivered. “Mommy, can give you some pussy to feel better.”
“Nice try.” He cruelly teased me by holding the rose just off-center, grazing the edges of my clit so that I had to grind into it to feel more.
“Oh. Oh.”
“My nasty, filthy, sexy whore.” He gave me one sharp pulse of vibration against the tip of my clit.
I jolted in shock. “Fuck!”
Then, he cruelly dragged it down the seam of my folds, denying me the pressure I needed.
“Ohhhhhh.” My body buzzed uncontrollably.
It was insane what he was doing to me.
Every time the rose touched and left, every time he circled instead of pressed, my body went somewhere I didn’t even know existed.
My clit pulsed like it had its own heartbeat. This all stopped feeling like a shower, like an erotic fight, with a man and a toy.
