Page 21 of Sexploitation

Her hips buck. She's so close. Her walls are pulsating around my tongue. She's teetering on the edge. I push the vibrating bullet against her clit, and she moans. “Oh, God! Elias! Oh, God!”

But before she can chase her orgasm over the edge, I pull the bullet back. Running my face along the inside of her thigh, I nip at the sensitive flesh then press a kiss on top of it, up and down her thigh, over and over as the release she so desperately wants fades away.

When I know she won’t explode on contact, I ease my face back between her thighs and press a gentle kiss on her clit before sucking her between my lips. My teeth graze her gently as I pull back, and her breath rushes out in a sultry moan.

“Eyes on me, Peach.”

Her eyes fly open and widen. Finally, she gets it. Stubborn, beautiful, delicious woman. Her eyes narrow, but she doesn't close them again.

“Good girl,” I praise, pressing the little vibrating egg back against her.

Her hips jerk, trying desperately to get more contact. I keep the vibrating egg against her clit as I lower my mouth to her pussy again, pressing my tongue against her slit. She writhes beneath me, her body almost vibrating as she tries to come.

Her legs quake, and then her whole body stiffens. Her hips thrust up, her pussy clenching the vibrator against her clit as she gasps, and then she comes. Her eyes are wide, and her pupils are so dilated I can hardly see the hazel of her eye color.

The orgasm washes over her slowly, the hard clench of her pussy around the bullet making me want to thrust my cock inside her and ride her until she can't move.

But I don't. Not yet. Not until she comes for me again.

I pull the vibrator away from her clit and kiss her softly. “Good girl,” I say, sucking gently on her still hard clit. “Good girl.”

When her breathing returns to normal, I slide up her body and press my lips to hers. Her eyes are glazed with that post orgasmic bliss, causing me to chuckle. “I hope you enjoyed your little break. It’s the last one you're getting tonight.”

Reaching over, I pick up the anal plug and bring it to her lips. She looks at me with a confused expression, and I roll the slightly larger than average plug over her lips. “Open for me,” I demand.

Amusement dances across her features, her lips slowly parting as she sucks the plug into her mouth. When her eyes lock on mine, they’re lit up with a burning need and fiery tenacity.

I spin the plug between her wide lips before pulling it back out and running it along the head of my cock, coating the toy with my precum. “I told you I was going to ruin this pussy tonight.”

I step back and kneel beside her hips on the bed, gliding the plug up and down her slit, and her entire body arches. She looks down at me, and her eyes lock onto mine. I hold her gaze, pushing the plug into her tight entrance inch by inch.

“Look at you.” My tone is husky as I press the plug deeper inside her. “Sopping wet. I could probably make you come with just this.” I push it the rest of the way in, and she lets out a harsh breath. “Or maybe I'll use my cock instead.” Her body trembles as she fights the urge to squirm. I lean forward, kissing her heated folds. “Tell me what you want, Peach.”

She leans back as I move it back and forth, one of her legs bent up, her foot pressing into the bed. A loud moan leaves her lips when I slap three fingers against her clit, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

“I said tell me what you need,” I say, smacking her again. “Say the words.”

“Elias...” She’s nearly breathless, her voice little more than a whisper. “All of it. I want everything.”

“Good girl.” I lie on the bed and settle between her legs, pressing the plug deeper. She gasps, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as I thrust forward and back, creating a steady rhythm that has us both panting with need.

She moans louder. “I want you to fuck me, Elias.”

Her ass clenches around the plug as I lean down, rubbing my nose against her clit. She cries out, arching her back and pushing her pussy up against my face. She tries to lift, but I grab her hips, holding her steady.

“Do you like that, Peach?”

“Yes,” she pants, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. “But I need you inside me.”

Fuck. I love the desperation in her tone, knowing that she’s needy for my cock.

I slide a hand down, rubbing it against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Her leg is quivering, her muscles taut. I cup her outer lips and squeeze, her juices coating my fingers, then slide two fingers inside her.

“Oh, my God.” Her eyes go wide as she tries to adjust to the feeling.

“What?” I ask. “Too much?”

“No.” Her answer comes out with a moan. “Fuck, that's perfect.”

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