Page 57 of Laurels and Liquor

I gasp as the tip of one of his fingers slips into my swollen and aching slit alongside the toy, the stretch just on the pleasurable side of painful. His touch is a countermelody to the toy, and my mind is overloaded with sensation. I need more, anything to make this bone deep ache go away.

“Please, I need—please, I’m so—” I stumble over myself, hardly able to form words as the vibrator starts up on my clit again.

Clenching and releasing over and over, my juices drip down my thighs, coating them almost all the way to my knees. The sounds coming out of my body are obscene and inhuman, but that’s what I am now. I’m simply a vessel to contain this pleasure, and it’s threatening to run over at any moment.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl. Tell me, and I’ll take care of you,” Mateo says, breath hot on the side of my face.

“Please fuck me, make me come. I need you,” I beg, nearly sobbing with built up pleasure.

“She does sound so good like this, doesn’t she? What do you think, Coop? Should I give her what she’s asking for?” Mateo asks, and the taunting edge of his words makes me whine.

“Please, please, please. Daddy, please—”

As soon as the word slips out, I brace for his reaction. I’ve never called anyone that, but something about it feels right. But Mateo doesn’t play those sorts of games. Will this upset him?

I whine as the hand not between my legs wraps around my throat, the grip not harsh but tight enough to be proprietary. His growl against my back rattles my bones, and I gasp as his fingers abandon my slit and travel back, spreading my cream to my tight rear entrance.

“Say it again,” Mateo grits, nearly an octave lower.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I mutter pathetically, pushing back as he circles and probes, opening me up.

“I will, baby girl. I’m going to fuck your ass and your Sir is going to play with your cunt. We’re going to make you feel so good. Because you’re our good little omega, and good girls get what they want when they behave and beg so pretty for Daddy.”

Mateo’s hand never stops, and I’m so keyed up that he can easily slip in one slick finger, and then two, scissoring them to stretch me quickly. I nod, tears trailing down my face, even if I don’t know why I’m crying. My emotions are all over the place, but the strongest is love and need for the man behind me. I want his cock, need his praise more than air. I have to stop myself from sobbing outright as he withdraws and starts fussing with our clothes, though I’m distracted as the vibrator starts up in earnest again on my clit. I’m so overstimulated and on edge that I don’t even feel close to an orgasm anymore. But I know it won’t take long for that to change. Especially not when the blunt head of Mateo’s cock presses against my puckered hole.

“Let me in, baby girl. That’s it, fuck yes. You are so fucking good,” Mateo groans, pressing forward and heaping on the praise as he breeches me.

I have to cover my mouth to muffle my cries as he fills me up inch by inch, the fullness of him and the toy side by side almost too much. He rocks forward and backward, withdrawing and pressing deeper and deeper with each thrust until he bottoms out and goes still for a moment. I don’t know how I’m still standing, and I’m grateful as he bands his arms around my ribs and pulls me back into his chest.

“Just hang on and enjoy it, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you,” he whispers tenderly, rolling his hips slowly.

Nodding, I tuck my chin, closing my eyes tight. The toy hasn’t stopped this whole time, but now the inner vibrations kick in, along with the stimulation to my clit. There’s no rhyme or reason to the pattern of the pulsing, sometimes hard and fast, other times a slow rolling, and the variation keeps my building release just out of reach. Mateo’s thrusts get harder and faster, and I don’t have the strength to even try to meet his strokes.

“Daddy, I want to come so bad. But I d-don’t think I can, please—I’m sorry, Daddy, please—”

My words die as more tears choke my throat, and I’m overwhelmed by everything around me. Mateo shushes me and kisses my cheeks, arms around me, holding me tight and secure.

“You can, baby. I know you can. You’ve been so good, and you’re going to come for me, come all over my cock in your ass.”

I gasp loudly as the vibrator turns on full blast, going harder than it has before, and it’s like an injection of liquid fire straight into my veins through my swollen, abused clit. And then Mateo tilts his hips just right and stars burst behind my eyes as my entire body throbs with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. Mateo’s hand slaps down onto my mouth to muffle my screams, groaning in my ear as I squeeze him tight. A fresh flood of my juice slides down my legs and drips onto the floor, so much that I’m sure that I’m going to be standing in a puddle any minute. I wait for the pleasure to end, but it stretches on and on, every inch of my skin zinging with endorphins.

“That’s a good girl, such a good fucking girl,” Mateo pants, slowing his thrusts for a moment as I ride the wave.

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Sir. Oh, God, thank you,” I moan from behind his hand.

Mateo growls and presses forward until my cheek is flush with the wall. His hand is back on my throat, squeezing as he picks up again, slamming into me hard and fast as he chases his own release. I can only hang on, babbling mindlessly as another smaller wave crests and crashes over me. My muscles clench over and over, and Mateo can’t hold out. He pushes in as far as he can without knotting me, and I flush at the rush of warmth filling me as he comes.

We’re quiet for a moment, breathing heavily as we come down. The toy slows and eventually stops, and Mateo reaches down and pulls it free. But I’m too far gone in the high to really care. I’m a sticky mess, my nose completely full of lemons and lightning, but it’s perfect. I like being covered in his scent.

“You okay, Lydia?” Mateo asks gently, brushing my hair to the side so he can see my face.

I nod dazedly, whining a little as he pulls his softened cock free. I feel empty, even though I don’t know if I could take any more filling right now if I tried. The brush of a cloth caresses my ass, and I try to squirm away from him.

“You’re a mess, baby girl. Let me clean you up,” Mateo chides under his breath.

“I don’t wanna,” I grumble.

Mateo chuckles and gives a little pinch on the underside of my ass cheek, making me jump and squeak. He finishes up in two more quick swipes and then steps back to let my skirt drop before turning me around. I let him tilt my chin up and melt into his kiss.

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