Page 95 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“Now, you can’t take it off,” he whispered. “Not without me.”

“Does it have a key?” I asked, my voice low.

“I do,” he said, a soft chuckle in his voice. “Keep looking. There’s more.”

Sucking in a shaking breath, I reached into the box, my fingers finding the velvet and pulling it away, and what I found under it sent my brain reeling into overdrive. Even in the low light, it was immediately obvious, and I felt my cheeks heating with timidity.

Nestled in another bed of soft velvet, a long, thick, undeniable shape glimmered in the moonlight. Grabbing it, the silicone was soft and undeniable as I pulled it out of its resting place.

It was a dildo, so realistic that it had the heat in my face extending up to my hairline.

“I-is this…” I whispered, my teeth catching my lower lip and biting down. “You?”

His laugh was like the rumble of thunder.

“Not quite, baby girl. Close, but you’re not ready for that.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry, as a shocking wave of desire washed over me. I couldn’t help but imagine him inside me, filling me, the thought deepening the blush on my cheeks.

I gulped, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands trembled as I held the toy, feeling the hefty weight of it in my fingers. But there was something undeniably exciting about it, too.

“What do I do with this?” I asked, my voice barely a breath.

“You’re going to use it to pleasure yourself until I can be with you—to train you, so you can handle the real thing,” he said, his voice a low growl.

I felt a sudden heat between my legs, my core clenching.

“Go ahead, touch it,” he whispered, his voice low. “I want you to feel what it’s like to have me inside you, even if it’s not quite life-sized.”

I lay back on the bed, resting the toy across my stomach as I stripped my panties off and dropped them to the floor beside the bed. When I was finally in position, I picked it up, feeling the lifelike ridges and veins slipping between my fingers.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Do it now.”

With shaking hands, I guided the toy between my legs, the cool silicone contrasting with the heat of my own body. I slowly slid it into my core, and a flash of pain shot through me. It was big—bigger than I’d had before. I could feel it spreading me, forcing me wider than I’d ever been before, and I whimpered, whining into the phone as I forced it in as deep as it could go.

It was big. It was too big, and he was bigger.

Would I be able to handle him?

I thrust the toy in and out, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat, feeling the silicone slide against my sensitive flesh, each thrust like a bolt of lightning striking at the base of my spine.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low gravelly whisper. “Just like that.”

My body started to relax into the sensation, and I found myself matching the toy’s pace, my hips rolling and my breath coming faster and faster. It wasn’t the real thing, but this suddenly seemed like the closest thing I could get to feeling him inside me, and I wanted that.

Fuck, I wanted that. I must have been fucking crazy.

The heat began to build, my desires rising with every slow thrust.

“Faster,” he commanded, his voice a low groan that vibrated through me. “Ride it like you want it to be me.”

With his words as my fuel, I pushed faster and harder, the toy slipping in and out with a rhythm that was intoxicating and addictive. My heart raced and my breaths came in short gasps. I felt as if I was being consumed by it all, my body humming with anticipation and release.

“F-fuck,” I whined, my breath coming in panting, desperate gasps. “F-feels so good.”

“You’re doing great, baby girl,” he praised, his voice a low, sultry murmur. “Just a little bit more.”

His praise fueled my desire, and I thrust harder and faster, the toy slipping in and out of me with a slick, wet sound. I could feel the heat building up, the pleasure rising to a feverish peak.

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