Page 7 of Mafie Trials

He moves his dick to do it again and my response is the same.

“Fuck, I could listen to that sound all day,” he says, sliding back and forth, teasing my entrance with the promise of a stretch I can tell will be painfully fulfilling.

I push him to lie back as I chase my pleasure, grinding back and forth on his length. I have an arsenal of toys under this bed, and yet this feels better than any of them. His warm cock, coated in my arousal and sliding over my clit is euphoric.

“Have you gotten off to the thought of me in this bed?” Arrow asks me, his eyes glued to my body as I rock back and forth. I nod, shamelessly. “Show me, I want to see just what you like.”

I bite my lip, nervous to show him exactly what I do when no one is here. Some men are cool with toys in the bedroom, others run faster than a cheetah going after its first meal in a week. My body stops rocking as I think about this decision. Toys are the best game, adding so much more pleasure to this little dance than any generic sex could. I might as well see if he can play.

I climb off him and stand next to the bed. I look him up and down, taking in the sight of his cock glistening with my juices before asking, “Are you sure?”

His brows furrow but he nods. I bend down and pull out the drawer that contains all of my toys. Pink whips, feathers, chains, and rose gold rope sit at the top. Glass dildos of all shapes and sizes line one side, while vibrators for every hole line the other. And in the middle is an arrangement of anal toys that have all different textures and functions.

In the basket beside my bed, I have a selection of oils and lubricants carefully hidden but easy enough to grab if a quick need were to arise. The whole setup is more stocked than most sex stores, and the look Arrow gives me as he takes it all in is one of pure shock and mischief.

I grab the toy I use most when I think about him. It’s a thrusting rabbit made of bright pink silicone. I forgo the lube this time because I’m already soaked. Climbing onto the bed, I lay next to him and spread my legs.

“I like to think about you kissing my inner thighs, your teeth scraping over them as you keep them spread wide,” I say as I tease the toy at my entrance. “Then, when you can’t hold back anymore, you push your fingers into me." I let the first inch of the toy slide in and start up the vibrator. He’s captivated, watching the toy enter me as one of his hands palms my thighs and spreads them wider.

He sits up and moves between my legs, getting a front-row view of my pussy dripping for him. He bends down and kisses my inner thighs and my mouth falls open, panting at the sight of my fantasy coming to life. His hands palm my legs and spread me as wide as I can manage before one works its way up to the toy I’m holding onto.

“Tell me how this works,” he commands as he bats my hand away and replaces it with his own.

I explain which buttons do what as best as I can through the pleasure that hasn’t stopped from the toy. His body coils tight like an animal ready to pounce. My arousal is practically squirting around the silicone at this point, and it’s hardly inside me. He pushes it in another inch just to pull it back to the tip. I let out a whimper, desperate to be full. But it’s not really the toy I want. It’s him.

He leans in and takes a deep breath. “You smell like candy,” he breathes just over my clit before pressing a feather-light kiss to it that has goosebumps erupting all over my body and a moan escaping my lips. I push down, needing more. He gets the hint and thrusts the toy all the way in, making me gasp in surprise.

“Better warm you up baby, this toy has nothing on me.” I shudder, knowing just how true that is. The anticipation is killing me already. When he pushes the button to make it start thrusting, I nearly come right there. My fists grab the sheets in desperation, wanting to hold off so this can last as long as possible.

“You can come, baby girl. I’m not ending this at just one. I won’t be finished with you until you’re a mess, begging me to stop. Then I’ll force one more out of you, just so you never forget who owns this pussy.”

My back arches off the bed with his promise, and I come so fast it’s hard to catch my breath. He pushes the toy in further than I knew was possible as my walls contract, and it feels so good that I roll into another orgasm.

“Fuck yes,” I scream, stars exploding behind my eyes. My hips rock into the motion until it all becomes too much. Arrow pulls the toy out, turns it off, and tosses it on the floor. Everything is sensitive as he takes his time exploring with his fingers while I squirm underneath him.

“Don’t make me use that rope, baby girl,” he threatens, having no idea how much I want him to do just that. But we both have things to do today, so I save the defiance for later when we can really play. I will my body to relax as he spreads my folds open with two fingers before leaning in and blowing over my swollen clit.

It’s an odd feeling of cold and warm, making tingles gather at my entrance. He does it again and I suck in a breath, confused if it feels good or not. He doesn’t give me much time to think about it though because his fingers begin to close until they pinch over my clit, and his lips go straight to it before he sucks.

My hips buck instinctively. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He lifts his head with a smile. “I thought you might like that,” he says before doing it again. This time, I let the noises loose.

He slides his fingers down and pushes them into me while keeping suction on my clit. Curling his fingers inside me, he sets a rhythm that has me panting in under a minute, already on the brink of another orgasm. I’ve never made myself come more than twice, so the thought of three is a torturously beautiful thing.

“Give it to me, baby girl, let me feel that pussy clench for me,” he demands, and my body listens. Ever the good student.

My moans could likely be heard outside at this point, but he’s not phased. All too soon, he’s pulling his fingers free. I have no idea how I’ll be able to give him another, but when I look down at his hard and extremely large cock, all I know is I want to try.

“Condoms?” he asks.

“I’m covered,” I tell him, not wanting to go into detail at the moment. He assesses me for a minute before he nods, then lines himself up with my entrance.

“How many guys have fucked you like this?” he asks.

“Do you really want to know?” I tease, wanting to make him sweat just a tad. I have always loved the art of manipulation, but when I see him freeze and his body stiffens above me, I don’t like the look in his eyes.

“You’ll be the first man I’ve fucked without a condom, if you’re sure you want to keep going.” I don’t want him to feel like he has to do this. We can still stop if he’s not ready.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, moving to sit up above me. My hand reaches out, pulling his neck down so I can kiss him. My nails scratch in his hair, and I moan at the feeling of the head of his dick still just teasing me.

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