The thought of sending him a video and making him feel good as the aspect of using this toy are getting better and better.
“Then I’d send one back”—he bends over and sucks my hard nipple into his mouth— “and I’d come all over my stomach while jacking myself off to the thought of filling you up. Fuck, I could come right now.”
“Grayson.” I grab onto my tits and tug them as the toy manages to inch itself inside. “So big. Did you get the biggest one in the store? Damn,” I moan when he pushes it in further. The second head is against my clit and with a flick of his thumb, the vibrations start. “Oh fuck!” I shout, my back bending from the intensity.
He rocks the vibrator in and out of me. When he is as deep as he can go, he shakes it, hitting that special spot inside me where the pressure builds like it did before.
“Oh, look at you,” he praises me. “You like this.”
I nod vigorously. “Mhmm, I love it. I don’t want you to stop.”
“That’s too bad.” And in the next instant, he stops fucking me with the vibrator. My legs are shaking, and the pressure inside is starting to fade. It’s turning into a low pain, a stinging sensation that can only elevate with an orgasm.
“Grayson, no. Please—”
“Sit up and suck my cock. I’ll give you what I want to give you.”
I obey. I get to my hands and knees and crawl to him, staring at his erection as if it’s food about to fill me. I lick my lips and go to put him in my mouth when he stops me, hand to chest.
“Sit down on your ass and fuck the toy while you suck me.”
My lips part when I see the seriousness on his face. His eyes are dark, pooling swirls of liquid ink, and his mouth is tight, almost angry.
“I said suck me and fuck the toy, my little vixen.” He lifts the remote into the air and presses a button, making the vibrations more intense than they were before. Slick drips from between my thighs and over the toy, and my mouth opens further from the sudden jolt awakening my core. Grayson uses that moment to insert his cock between my lips.
I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and lick the slit. I try and push in further to gather more of the delicious precome I’ve become so addicted to. I hollow my cheeks and move my hips, rocking them forward. I whimper when the toy lunges deeper in me since the mattress is being used as leverage to keep it inside.
“Fuck yes, Finley. You feel so good. I love that mouth. I swear, I can feel the vibrations from the toy too.” He lifts the remote in the air again and dials it up another notch. “Oh, fuck yeah. That’s it, isn’t it?”
The blow job is turning messy. I can hardly think. My entire body is literally buzzing and there isn’t a part of me that isn’t in need of the orgasm that’s once again,weighing on my fucking soul.
I slurp on his shaft, sucking and bobbing with no real technique. My mind is mush. I can’t string two thoughts together. I roll his sack with one hand and tug his orbs, while massaging the plum-shaped crown with my cheeks.
My hips rock faster, but it isn’t enough. The toy is filling me, but it doesn’t feel the same as Grayson does when he’s inside me.
“Finley,” he sneers, drawling out my name as he pulls his cock from my mouth. He jerks himself hard and almost abusively before spurting his come all over my tits as I rock against the vibrator.
My own orgasm is looming, but I need more.
“Fuck,” he growls with a shake of his head. When he sees his come dripping down my left nipple, he takes his hand and massages his seed into my skin. It’s erotic, filthy, and as much as I love it, I wish it was inside me, dripping down the edges of my womb. “You look good covered in my come.”
“Grayson, please,” I beg when the vibrations become too much and not enough all at the same time. “I need you.”
“I know what you need,” he says, rubbing his hands along the stickiness on my chest one more time before he grabs me by the back of the neck and flips me around until my ass is up. My tits stick to the blanket and without warning, he spanks me.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
With his free hand, he fucks the toy in me harder, mimicking how he wants to fuck me with his cock.
“Yes! Oh, god. More. Yes. Spank me harder, Grayson. Please.”
He moves me up onto the bed and spreads my legs wider. The vibrations become more sensitive to my clit, and I’m uncontrollably moaning, moving, unable to stop the spasms as my body prepares for release.
Grayson uses his knees to keep my legs spread, and with a savage snarl, he yanks the toy from my cunt and impales me with his cock.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
He spanks me harder until I’m crying out, borderline asking him to stop, but the tingle is too addicting. I love the burn his palms bring.
Smack.
And it’s the last one, the last spanking that has tears flowing over my eyes, and my orgasm hits a high crescendo. My vision fades and for a moment, everything is silent as blood rushes to my ears, blocking out the moment Grayson comes again, filling my swollen sheath.
My ass is on fire, and I know when I try to sit on it tomorrow, I’ll feel his handprint on me, scorching my flesh just
