His tongue slicks across his lower lip, and BAM! I'm imagining it lapping at my clit instead.
"Slip your fingers in your slit and start rubbing your honey around, Lizzie. You've probably made a million different men come, while they watch you do exactly that. Someone ought to return the favor."
I lick my bottom lip too, mirroring him.
Well, he's not wrong.
A tiny moan escapes my lips as I dip my fingers into my pussy. My pussy lips were already wet. Between them, it’s even wetter. I'm slick and sticky and so fucking hot for Darcy right now, I could scream in ecstacy.
Instead, I start rubbing myself like he tells me to and restrain myself to a needy whimper.
"You spend too much time with your toys. You need a real man. Your body knows it, too. That's why you get so wet for me. I can smell you from all the way over here. You're begging to be fucked. And not by some fucking dildo. Not by your vibrator. You need cock, Lizzie. Real cock. Can you feel it?"
My whimper turns to a big, whining moan as I start stroking my clit. I'm trying to trap it between my fingers, but I'm so wet, that it keeps escaping me. Every time I nearly catch it, it's another burst of total ecstasy. And it's all the better because I know that he’s watching. Stroking his cock. Getting off on it, too.
I can feel it.
He's so fucking right.
"Imagine my cock inside you, stretching that tight little pussy of yours out, while you struggle to accommodate me. Isn't that better than some piece of silicone?"
I imagine it so hard, I can feel it. Darcy's cockhead pushing between my pussy lips. His big, thick shaft sliding in deep. It’s almost too much.
"Now imagine my arms around you, holding you close while my big, heavy cock rubs against your G-spot, driving you closer and closer to orgasm. An orgasm you can't control."
My pussy clenches in anticipation. What he's describing is exactly what I want. Having all of him inside me, and knowing that he's real. That this is all real.
If I could just have him at my beck and call, ready to fuck the way I want, whenever I want it, I would throw out every dildo I own.
"Now…" he says, and there's a darkness to his voice.”Imagine while I fuck you, a gorgeous woman kisses your neck, going down your back. She wraps her arms around you too, squeezing your nipples from behind, while I ruin that perfect cunt of yours."
Oh, God. I shouldn't have told him about that. I almost wish I hadn't. Because now he's using it against me, and I'm getting so close to coming to the thought of it that I'm blushing.
"Maybe it's Lydia," Darcy suggests.
Fuck. I can feel Lydia's perfect body, naked and warm against mine. Her mouth on my shoulders, sucking and licking, while Darcy holds me and uses me like a whore.
"Or maybe it's Jane," he says with a cruel smile.
I can feel the physical sensation of Jane's huge, perfect tits pressing onto my back. Her long, gorgeous nails squeezing my nipples. Her straight white teeth sinking into my neck as I—
"Darcy! Jane! YES! AAAAH!" I moan as it hits me.
Orgasm. Pink-hot, throbbing, sticky, soaking wet orgasm. My knees go wild as I lose control of my body. My back arches like I'm possessed, and I’m gasping for air like I’m hyperventilating.
And all the while, Darcy is there. Watching. Jerking himself off.
"Jane, huh?" he chuckles as my chest heaves and my body relaxes. "I thought that might do it for you. She's gorgeous, isn't she?"
Even in the afterglow of orgasm, I feel a brief pang of jealousy that I didn't expect. Jane is gorgeous, he's right. But does that mean…
"But not quite my type," he says casually, soothing my inner angry green just like that. "You need a woman who properly compliments your beauty."
Wait...what does that mean? I prop myself up on my elbows to stare at him in confusion. The look Darcy shoots back at me is just as intense as ever.
"Did I tell you that you could stop touching yourself, Lizzie?"
Oh, wow. I've never felt my fingers fly to my clit so fast in my entire life.