Page 122 of Crazy Thing

But my heart is throbbing for an entirely different reason. It’s the words he’s saying. That’s what’s making my pulse throb out of control.

“I’d do anything for you, Ziggy Beaumont. I’d follow you anywhere. You should know that by now.”

I grab the back of his head, sinking my fingers into his hair. “Oh, Darius…You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I’ll give you all the orgasms you could possibly want,” he says in a raspy voice. “And I’ll buy you things that will make you smile. And I’ll take you on trips all around the world and show you things you’ve only ever seen inmagazines and on your telephone screen.” Sitting up, he sucks at the base of my throat then kisses a path up to that sensitive zone right below my ear. “I want to experience your wildest dreams with you, just to watch the way your face lights up when you smile.”

Oh my god. This man is so amazing. Do I even deserve him?

I do. I deserve him. I deserve good things. I’m worth it.

I have to believe that. It’s critical. Because all I know is I’m falling mindlessly in love with him and there’ll be no turning back.

Darius returns his attention to the box. This time, he selects a clear quartz tool that’s shaped differently on each end to provide a variety of toe-curling sensations. On one side, there’s a slightly curved dildo with a thick, bulbous head that was designed for targeting the G-spot, just to hit that hard-to-reach pleasure point. But the other end—thebeadedend—is magic. It’s an expert at causing delicious ripples inside my pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

He must sense my heightened excitement. His lips hook into a crooked grin as he reads my face. “What’s this one?”

“I call this one the king of full-body orgasms,” I say with a low giggle.

“Hmm,” he studies it pensively. “I think we’ve found our first playmate for the night.”

He pulls me down, rolling over so he can be on top. He tears off his boxers, then he’s hovering above me with a curious and adoring light in his eyes.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands. I oblige with a quivering exhale.

Darius tenderly drags the head of the wand through my nether lips. My hole throbs, hugging the air and begging for penetration. Slowly, he slips the dildo inside, one inch at atime. He begins by working it in and out, giving me a patient and gentle massage.

“Ahhh…” I breathe out low, trying in vain to control my spasming channel.

Enjoying my reaction, Darius penetrates me deeper, filling me all the way with the thick rod. I’m clinging to his shoulders and locking my ankles around his lower back, my body silently begging for more. I’m so damn wet, I feel like I’ll drown in this arousal.

He angles the curved wand inside me, his eyes riveted to my expression as he deliberately presses against my G-spot. My body clenches and I howl.

“That’s it,” he says huskily. “Take it. Let yourself feel good.”

Not wanting to be completely selfish, I reach between us and wrap one hand around his engorged cock. I want him to feel as good as he’s making me feel, but my mind can barely hold onto a coherent thought. All I can think about is the way he’s alternating between thrusting deep inside me and stimulating that magical, mystical, hard-to-reach pleasure point.

After working me up into a frenzy, he abruptly extracts the dildo, leaving me empty and gasping.

“Darius…More,” I beg with no shame.

“Shh…” he says with a smirk and a slap to my hip. “Patience. Stop being a greedy girl.”

He flips the toy to its beaded end, stuffing it back inside me with just as much abruptness.

I cry up to the ceiling, my back instantly arching off the bed.

Now, he’s pumping the toy into me in rapid, confident thrusts. The bulbous ridges of the wand drag along my sensitive nerves, setting my body ablaze.

I grab desperately at his arms. I’m all hoarse groans and undulating pussy muscles and short-circuiting nerve endings. The insides of my shaking thighs are slick from my wetness and the sheets are drenched.

When I’m right at the edge of my climax, Darius abandons the toy, flinging it across the mattress. “You’re so fucking sexy, Ziggy,” he groans.

The ferocity on his face is unmatched as he grabs my thigh, hooks my knee over his shoulder and sinks—balls deep—inside of me.

I’m instantly reminded that all the crystal cocks in the world are no competition for the real thing.

My pussy frantically hugs his thick, long rod as he crushes my clit again and again with his hammering pelvis. I’ve never been fucked this hard, this rough, this deep. And…

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