Wicked Valentine(18)

The only response she got to her complaint was some more licks on her hole. She was going to die of desperation. Right when she was about to grumble another complaint, something dripped on her asshole. Warm wetness slid between her cheeks and covered her hole. When she no longer felt him at her back, she glanced over her shoulder. He held a red anal toy in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. He greased the plug until it looked slick and shiny.

She licked her lips and waited on him. He glanced at her, put down the lube, and picked up a small remote, increasing the speed of the butterfly. Panting in need, she dropped her head into the satin. She wiggled her hips, and her body tightened in search of its own release.

“Oh!”





Chapter Eight





Arousal gathered in her cleft. He circled her anus with slick fingers, dipped in, and spread them wide, stretching her. The vibration in her pussy increased a notch, taking her mind away from his anal play. Frantic need grew inside her, expanded through her limbs, and made her breath hitch.

“Relax for me,” he urged. But it was hard when all she wanted was to come. Her anal muscles burned as he continued to stretch her with his fingers.

“Max, I can’t take this. Please, I need to come.”

“Just a little longer, love. It will be worth it.” He increased the speed again.

Her pussy throbbed, grasped at the tiny vibrator, and dripped in need. One after another, whimpers rushed past her lips, until each breath was focused solely on moaning for release. He replaced his fingers with the cool anal plug. Slick plastic slid into her and stretched her muscles taut.

“My…oh—”

In and out. In and out. He slid the plug slowly, building up tension. Hot lava replaced her blood, and her own harsh breathing sounded in her ears. But her focus remained solely on what he was doing to her with each thrust of the plastic into her ass. She rocked back and forth into the plug, at the same time enjoying the vibration over her clit.

His hand pressed the butterfly over her pleasure center. She jerked from the sharp increase in vibration and the harder thrusts into her ass. Her body twitched in the search of the orgasm just out of reach.

“Max!” She groaned his name into the satin bedspread. Tension took hold of her core, hot and tight. The tight coiling snapped, bright lights went off in the back of her lids, and she screamed. She made an incoherent sound of fulfillment, and each muscle shook with her blissful release.

“That’s it baby, relax and enjoy the ride.”

Aftershocks continued to wash over her, making it hard to catch her breath. He slid the plug snugly into her still quivering ass. She panted and tried to control the shaking that had taken over her legs. He grabbed at the butterfly straps and pulled them down her legs, removing the toy from her drenched sex. She lay there, still holding the satin in her grasp, panting. His soft caress trailed up her hips, until he had her shifting to lie on her back.

Arousal shot straight up to her brain when she glanced down at his cock. He was hard, thick, and purple from the amount of blood centered there. The vein on the underside stood out, caught her attention, and beckoned her to touch. She watched him sheath himself with a condom, stroke up and down his shaft in a quick jerk, and grunt. With the crook of a finger, she summoned him to her.

“No more torturing. Come fuck me already.”

He lifted a brow, but the quirk of his lips indicated he found her words amusing. He crawled up the bed, up her body, and bracketed his arms by her sides.

A hot shiver slid up her spine. She widened her legs, waiting for him to finally take her, fill her with his cock, and douse the fire in her pussy. Their gazes locked, held, and the connection between them grew. Lifting her hands to the back of his head, she pulled him down for a kiss. Their lips connected, and he slid into her in a quick, hard thrust. She moaned, and he took the opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth. Lightning shot back and forth between her pussy and her nipples. With each stroke into her cunt and mouth, he lit a new fire in her core. She dug her nails into the back of his head, twined her fingers through his soft strands, and gripped them.

He groaned, increasing the harshness and speed of his thrusts.

Air caught in her lungs. She whimpered and raked her nails down to his shoulders, continuing until she was clinging to his bunched arm muscles. The loud sound of skin slapping skin turned her on even more than her own moans and his grunts.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, caught her lip between his teeth, and sucked. “Mmm.”

Her pussy fluttered. The orgasm she wanted so badly closed in on her. She tilted her hips, allowing for even deeper penetration.

“Yes, Max. Harder.”