Page 18 of The Naughty List

“I can see that, you dirty bitch. I meant are you ready to get your cunt stretched? I don’t play easy.”

I’ve been spoken to filthily before, but it’s so fucking different when he does it. The money makes no difference anymore, my clit is already sparking, ready to come.

“I’m ready, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I brace myself as he positions the toy, and he’s right, he doesn’t play easy. He shunts it straight in, using my own excitement as lube.

“Fuck!”

“Take it, Holly.”

I suck in breaths as he works it – circling – and slowly, I relax into the stretch. My hips start to buck on instinct.

“That’s it, show me how much of a whore you are,” he says.

The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 829 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it.Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready.Buthe’snot. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening.

“You won’t come until I let you, you understand?”

I groan at the ceiling, breaths rapid as I force a nod.

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulls the toy out with a vicious slurp, and slips two fingers inside instead. I figure it’s a switch out, pure and simple, but it’s not. I raise myself up onto my elbows as he lines up the dildo in addition. Shit. The word stretch won’t even come close…

“Relax and be a good girl,” he says. “You can take it.”

I grit my teeth as he twists the toy and eases it in, his fingers still buried deep. It hurts like fuck – that dildo along with two monster fingers – but I don’t care. I like it. I’m panting, clenching my fists, but I don’t want him to stop.

“You’re so fucking full,” he tells me with a low laugh. “You’ve got a gorgeous cunt, Holly. Tight but fucking needy.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Ready?”

Am I? Fucking hell. I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

His grin through his thick beard is almost manic. His blue eyes are piercing. But then I’m lost, screwing my eyes shut as he slowly pulls the dildo back out, inch by inch. It’s another round of pain, but who gives a fuck? Not me.

And then he fucks me with it. With his fingers inside me, he fucks me. He fucks me so hard, I’m a wet, bucking mess – crying out without restraint.

I don’t want toys anymore, I want his cock. I want User 829 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster.

“Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.”

He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep.

I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow.

“You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to sayhave my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 829 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

“Good girl,” he says. “You can come now.”

He lowers his mouth back to my pussy, and I splay myself as wide as I can for his tongue. He grazes my clit with his teeth before he sucks, and it’s the tip over the edge I’ve been desperate for. There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Holly the whore.

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