Page 59 of Feast

“What do you need to come again?” he asked—patiently, gently. “Do you need it hard? Fast? Slow?”

She sagged with relief. “Hard and fast. Do you—” She stopped, swallowing hard. “Do you have a vibrator?”

He nodded. “A Hitachi.”

“Oh God.” She licked her lips, dread flickering across her expression. “Okay. If you…if you use it while you fuck me…”

He nodded, understanding. “Okay. I need to get it, all right? But I’m right here, I won’t leave.”

She nodded. “Hurry, okay?”

“I will. I’m right here.”

He slid from the bed, maintaining physical contact for as long as possible, and kept up a steady stream of calming, gentle chatter while he dug the wand out of the bedside drawer. He checked that it had a decent charge, then grabbed a condom and worked it over the head. Knowing her pussy was probably already sore, he added a healthy dollop of lube to both the wand and his dick, then was back between her thighs.

Her closed eyes fluttered back open when he laid a hand on her belly. “Still with me, Maddie?”

“Yes.” Her gaze darted to the wand in his hand and she let out a slow, careful breath. “God, I hate those things.”

Understanding her perfectly, he knee-walked forward between her spread thighs until his knees nudged her buttocks. “Put your feet on my shoulders.”

She obeyed, her legs shaking as she lifted them into place. “Oh God, oh shit, oh God.”

He laid the vibrator on her belly, the wand aimed at her clit, and held it in place with one hand while he used the other to line up his cock with her pussy. She was wide open, her labia peeled back to show the bright pink hole that was his target. She was soaking wet, and the lube would ease the way, but still he moved carefully.

“Ohhhhh my fucking Gawwwwd,” she moaned as he sank inside her, and he stopped.

“Okay?” he asked, clenching his teeth to keep from plunging deep. She was hot and slick, her swollen sheath fluttering as she tried to adjust to him, and it felt fucking amazing.

“You feel huge,” she panted. “How did you get bigger?”

“I didn’t,” he said, and when the wild clutch of her cunt eased, pushed forward again. “You’re just swollen and sensitive.”

“Tell me,” she said through clenched teeth. “Oh Christ, this orgasm better be worth it.”

“I can always stop,” he reminded her, though he thought it might kill him to follow through on that promise.

She shook her head. “I want it.”

“Does it hurt?” he asked, wanting to know. He didn’t think he was hurting her beyond withholding the orgasm she was so desperate for, but…

“Not…like that,” she managed, and pushing her feet against his shoulders, she lifted her hips. “I just need to come. Why are you moving so slow?”

He shifted forward another inch. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Then fuck me already,” she begged.

So he did.

He didn’t slam her like he wanted to but moved swiftly and firmly until his groin was pressed against hers, his knees tucked under her upturned buttocks. Her groan had barely faded when he thumbed on the wand and angled it so the round head pressed on her clit.

She let out a short, sharp scream, her hands yanking at the ropes holding them. “Too much,” she managed, nearly choking on the words. “Ease off, for the love of God.”

He shifted the wand so it hit above her clit instead of directly on it, knowing the layer of fat and tissue that lay over the internal part of the organ would cushion the vibrations while still providing stimulation. She immediately relaxed—not completely, but enough—and satisfied that the wand was where it needed to be, he began to thrust.

She’d asked for hard and fast, and he gave it to her, hammering into her so hard the bed thudded into the wall. Grateful he’d put off buying a headboard, he dug in and doubled down, leaning over her so her knees pushed into her bouncing tits.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she was chanting, her eyes screwed shut as she strained for her pleasure. Discomfort twisted her mouth into a grimace when the wand slipped lower, and the wild clench of her cunt around him at the jolt of sensation almost sent him flying over the edge.

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