Page 15 of My Mismatched Valentine

“I bet you make yourself come nice and hard using this…what exactly is this one?”

“A clit wand.”

“A magic wand for your special button, sweetheart?”

Maggie shimmies against me, reaching for her toy. Because she’s all but humping my leg, her thigh rubbing against my now throbbing cock, I finally relent and let her have it. “You need to forget you ever saw that,” she demands, hopping up from the bed, turning if off, and shoving the purple wand into her overnight bag.

“I’llneverbe able to forget I saw that. Or you using it on yourself.”

“Oh please,” she says with a dramatic eye roll. “That’s just something guys say to make women feel desired. They don’t want toys doing their job.”

I let out a laugh before I realize she’s being serious. “What asshole told you that lie?”

Maggie looks away, and I instantly know the answer. More than two years later and that cheating, toxic asshole is still renting space in her head. “He’s wrong, Maggie.” When she doesn’t say anything, I slip off the bed and come up behind her, dropping my hands on her shoulders. She tenses at first but relaxes into me within seconds of my fingers massaging her tight muscles. “He’s wrong,” I say again.

“Oh yeah?” she says with a half-hearted laugh. “Prove it.”

Though I suspect Maggie is mostly teasing, I can sense the hint desperation rising like bile in the back of her throat. Shewantsto be proven wrong. “Challenge accepted,” I whisper against her ear before reaching around her, removing the purple clit wand from her bag. This time, she doesn’t move to steal it back.

I turn her around to face me.

“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers as I undo the first button on her silk blouse.

“We’re not doing anything,” I counter, undoing another button. “I’m going to watch you is all. And you can watch how you turn me on.”

“How?”

I undo the last two buttons, tossing the sides of her blouse open to expose her tits. My mouth waters, desperate to have those erect nipples in my mouth. I force myself to be patient. To keep my hands and every other body part to myself. This is important. “You’ll see, sweetheart.”

“Do I take it off?”

“Nope.” I nod toward the bed. “Sit, just like you were.”

“Like this?”

I shuffle backward toward a sitting chair, positioning it for the best possible view of the show. “Yep. Take off your panties.”

“I don’t need to—”

“Take off your panties, sweetheart.” I flash her a wicked grin as I undo my zipper. “Then toss them to me.”

She tosses the black lace panties to me, watching as I free my cock from my boxers. I’m already fucking hard as stone. I wrap the lace around my length, watching her watch me. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed and we’ve barely started the fun.

“Now hike up that skirt so you can spread those legs nice and wide.” I wait as she adjusts herself, unable to keep my eyes off her loose tits. Her globes are perfectly shaped for my hands. The valley between her breasts would make a nice home for my cock.In time, Dustin. “I want you to lean back on one hand and use the other one to operate your magic wand.”

She waves the purple toy at me. “You mean theclitwand?”

“When you hit that Big O, you’ll be calling it magic.”

“Now what?” Though I can tell she’s trying like hell to act confident, I hear the tremble in her voice. She’s nervous. But all that’s about to change. She’ll never again wonder if I think her self-play time is sexy or not.

“Now play, sweetheart.”

She presses a button, turning the vibration back on. I watch as Maggie reaches between her legs, spreading her pussy lips to ensure the wand presses firmly against her clit. She leans back on one hand, using the other to run the wand up and down her valley.

“Watch me, Maggie.” With panties wrapped around my cock, I slowly stroke up and down. The lace material is drenched with her wetness. Her eyes widen as she watches me pleasure myself. She moans as the wand works its magic.

“This isn’t fair,” she complains in a raspy voice. “I’m not going to last, Dustin.” Her voice jumps an octave when she says my name, her hips jerking against the wand. “I’m going to—oh god, I’m already—coming!”

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