Page 60 of Living Hell

TWENTY

Iona

I MEANT THAT WORD WITHall my heart. That’s what sex allowed me to do—to fall in love for the brief time when our bodies were joined and hormones were riding high.

I wanted Tyler with every ounce of sweat that dripped from the fantastic orgasm he gave me. He pulled down his black briefs and a tremor from my climax was triggered just by looking at his dick.

The man was hung. His cock mixed with the butt plug still nestled in my ass was going to make our playtime crazy fun. This was better than Christmas.

I reached for it but was swatted away before I could grip his delicious member. Waving his finger at me, he said, “Now it’s my turn to tell you what I want.”

I could have come right then. Tyler taking charge was my weakness. He had been caring and doted on me so far and I loved it. But this was a different side of him—something I didn’t realize I wanted until he waved that sexy finger at me. The same one that minutes ago brought me to orgasm.

He opened the drawer on the end table and pulled out a condom. With the ease of a 70s cowboy lighting a match on a cigarette commercial, he ripped the wrapper off and rolled it over his gargantuan cock.

I was relieved he was using a condom. When we had sex a week ago on the picnic table, it bothered me. I mean, the sex didn’t bother me but after I regretted being too wrapped up in the moment and not thinking about safety.

Seriously though, I couldn’t get over how big he was.

He stood over me staring at my chest and I realized I still had my shirt on. I ripped it from my body and threw it across the room.

“Now we’re both naked and ready to do this.” I waved at my pelvis like a model at a car show, eager to point out all the features my pussy had for him.

His hand landed on my bent knee and grazed a hot trail down until I opened wide for him. My vision blurred when he pushed his fingers back inside me. I shook my head, trying to focus. Tyler had some magic hands.

“Feel good?” he asked.

I nodded as I was having trouble forming words. His other hand slid over his cock, giving it a few pumps and I nearly lost it. That thing needed to be inside me.

“You know my pussy could do a much better job than your hand. No offense to your hand, as it does an excellent job on me.”

The corner of his lips twitched as his knees came to rest on the bed between my thighs.

“Such a smart-ass.”

“I am to please.”

His thumb slid over my clit and that shut me up. The man knew how to work my body. I lifted my hips to give him the hint that I wanted his cock, not his fingers, inside me. He pushed me back down and crawled over top. Now I had nothing inside me, except the butt plug, but it was turned off and I didn’t even have the control in my hand. That’s what I get for being greedy . . .

My eyes flickered to where it lay on the bed and Tyler’s gaze followed. “Oh, the little bugger that started it all.” He snatched it up, grazing his thumb over it. “I wonder how this feels?”

I lifted my hips once again. “Amazing.”

The glint in his eyes as they traveled my body to where the plug was inserted did things to me. I shivered and hoped that he’d stop the teasing and fill me like I’d been fantasizing about for weeks.

This on- and off-again game we’ve been playing was tiring. I wanted his body and he stared at mine enough times to burn me to ash. We were letting emotions dictate our lives, and I was thankful he was finally seeing the light.

Sex was fun, especially when emotions weren’t involved.

“Would I feel this if I was inside you?” Tyler reached down, grabbed the base of his cock, and lined it to my soaked lips.

“Yes. God, yes.” It was more of a beg than an answer to his question, but I knew he’d enjoy the vibrations from the plug.

Like the adorable, sexy, tortuous asshole that he was, he bit his lip while he traced his tip over me.

“The only way to find out is to venture inside.” I wrapped my legs around him and gave a helpful push. He poked me with his cock but not in the spot I wanted. “Do you need help finding it?” There was no hiding the frustration in my voice.

He chuckled and positioned himself before collapsing on top of me. Brushing his lips over mine, Tyler gave me the sweetest languid kiss as he moved his hips. Inch by torturous inch, he worked to fill me.

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