Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

It's the best thing I've ever seen.

Slowly, I push the toy deeper.

Then I bring it out, all the way to the tip.

Her eyelids flutter open. She stares up at me, those green eyes heavy with need. "Please."

I push the toy inside her then pull it out.

I do it again.

A little harder.

There. Her teeth sink into her lips. Her groan vibrates down her chest. This is exactly how she needs it.

I push the toy deeper.

A few thrusts and she's tugging at her restraints.

A few more and her eyelids flutter closed.

Her groans get louder. Lower.

With the next thrust, she comes. It's so fucking beautiful watching pleasure spill all the way to her fingers and toes.

She shakes. She pants. She groans my name again and again.

I give her a moment to catch her breath, then I thrust the toy inside her again. I fill her with steady thrusts. Until I'm jealous of the fucking vibrator. Until I'm desperate to toss it aside and bury myself in her.

Then I thrust it into her again.

Her lips part. "Fuck. God. I... Uh..." She tries to reach for me. Rubs against the restraints instead. It makes her groan. It makes her legs shake. It makes her hips buck.

She fucking likes being at my mercy.

It's a good thing, because I fucking love it. I need it. Every drop of it.

She rocks through her next orgasm, groaning my name, shaking as she pulses.

This time, I don't give her a chance to catch her breath.

I fuck her harder. Deeper.

"Brendon. Fuck..." She bites her lips. "It's... I..."

"You want me to stop?" My voice is a dare. It's a lot to take. But she can handle it.

I drive the toy into her again.

Again.

Again.

"Uh... I... Uh... no." She bucks her hips. "Oh. Fuck. Fuck."

She goes fucking crazy. Panting. Shaking. Groaning my name loud enough to get the neighbors calling in a noise complaint.

I watch every bit of pleasure spill over her face as she comes again.