Page 20 of Sexploitation

I’m going to make her come so many times she’ll be begging me for mercy. Then I’m going to fuck her so well she’ll think of me every time she moves tomorrow. Then there will be no denying this connection we have.

I know she felt it on our date and in my office earlier. It’s why she ran, why she kissed Krista. Deep down, she knows there’s a possibility of something real here, and it scares the hell out of her.

“So... my little peach likes toys, huh?” She gives me a sultry smile, nodding her head. “Yeah? You wanna play? Let’s play. Where do you keep them?”

She nods her head toward the nightstand on the right, and I reach over, pulling open a deep drawer. As soon as it’s open, I see an array of sex toys available and reach in and scoop up the ones on top, figuring those are her favorites since they are within easy access.

“Hmm... someone knows what she likes,” I tease, pulling a six-inch hot pink dildo out of the protective sleeve around it. I lay it on the bed, then do the same with a vibrating silver bullet and a... I press the button on the remote... a vibrating anal plug. That could be fun.

“So many options,” I say, running my fingers along her drenched slit. “Any preferences?”

Parker shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak, but as I press two fingers inside her, whatever words she was going to say end on a moan.

“I couldn't understand a word you said.” I chuckle. “Do you like all of these?”

“No... Yes... I fucking prefer your cock,” she growls.

“Why?” I ask, withdrawing my fingers from her pussy.

“Because it feels fucking amazing,” she says, a neediness in her tone.

“Which is your favorite?” I press.

“Usually, whichever one will get me off the quickest,” she answers, a playful smile tugging at her plump lips.

“Well... I fully intend to take my time with you. I want to watch you completely come apart.”

“That’s a lot of talk, big guy,” she says with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, Peach, I plan to do so much more than talk, starting with driving your body to heights it’s only dreamed of reaching before bringing it back down. Then starting all over again,” I say, picking up the little egg-shaped bullet. “By the time I'm finished with you tonight, you will know exactly who owns this sweet pussy. Every time you think of me, your pussy will weep.” She watches me with rapt attention, her breathing heavy as I warm the small egg with a puff of air. “Spread your legs.” She lets her legs fall open, moaning when I press the silver bullet against her clit. “You like that?” I turn the dial and push it up against her clit.

She whimpers, groaning as it begins to vibrate. Her back arches, her hips thrusting up, trying to get more friction.

“Oh, fuck,” Parker says, her eyes closed.

“Open your eyes when you come for me.” When her eyes remain squeezed tightly shut, I move the vibrating egg and press it against the cheek of her ass.

“Elias.” She whispers my name like a plea.

Leaning forward, I run my tongue along her slit, separating her folds before flicking against her sensitive clit. Her hips arch, seeking, but I don't give her what she so clearly desires. Not until she gives me what I want.

“Open your eyes, Peach,” I murmur against her clit. “Watch me fuck this sweet little pussy with my tongue.”

Her hand comes down, stroking the back of my head. Her fingers grip the strands of my hair and pull. But she isn’t getting what she craves until she gives me what I want.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I say, kissing her clit again. "So sweet."

“Elias, please,” she whimpers, her eyes briefly opening before fluttering closed again.

“You want to come, Peach?” I ask. “You want to come all over my fucking face?”

“Yes!”

She's panting and thrashing, but I ignore her request. I ignore the pain of her tugging my hair. I ignore the throbbing in my cock. It's all for the sake of this moment. This buildup. The anticipation. I'm going to make Parker come and scream my name louder than she ever has before.

I run my tongue over her sensitive flesh, and she cries out, “Please, Elias!”

“You're so bad at following directions,” I say. “Who owns this sweet little cunt, Peach?”

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