Page 76 of Fall Apart

My jaw drops when she starts to swirl her fingers over her clit, whimpering. I reach for my cock, wanting to enjoy the show. When I grab the base of my shaft, she grins at me. “No, not yet. Just watch.”

I grunt through gritted teeth. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

I let go of myself and feel my balls tighten and ache. I’m equal parts insanely turned on watching her and frustrated from playing her game and not touching her.

I need to fuck her. I need to have my hands roaming her body. I need my tongue down her throat and feel her whimper into my mouth.

She smiles and rewards me when I put my hands at my sides. She drops her hand and unties the other side of her skimpy bottoms, letting them fall away and giving me full view. My mouth waters as I watch her hand continue to rub circles on her clit. I lick my lips, seeing just how wet she is already. I instinctively reach for my cock again, stopping when she shakes her head.

“Do you think I’m ready?” My eyes search hers and she smirks before tilting her head towards the bag next to her on the bed.

I nod hungrily and she reaches for the bag, pulling out the fantasy dildo I bought her. I never thought I’d be watchingthiswhen I ordered it. I need to go back and shake three-weeks-ago-Clay’s hand.

She holds the toy in front of her, looking at it in amusement, tilting it side to side. I arch an eyebrow when she looks back at me with a mischievous grin and extends the toy for me.

“I did packthis, but I didn’t pack thelube.”

I look down at her hand, her fingers still sliding up and down her clit, glistening with her arousal. I smirk back at her. “I don’t think you need it, princess.”

She shrugs with an unamused hum. “Probably not. But where would the fun in that be?” Her eyes dart from the toy then back to me. “Now be a good boy, open your mouth and get it wet for me.”

This is definitely not what I expected today. But she’s in luck since I’ve been practically drooling since the second I peeled off her wetsuit. I sit up on my knees again and she tilts the sparkly pink and orange dragon cock towards my face.

Her lips part and she nods eagerly, practically giddy watching when I take it into my mouth. I keep my eyes on hers, lowering my mouth on to it, feeling the ridges and veins of it against my tongue. I stop when it hits the back of my throat, holding it there in my mouth, swirling my spit around to coat it for her.

Whatever she wants, she gets.

She starts to swirl her finger over her clit faster and her blue eyes light up as she watches me intently. I wink back at her and her lips curl to the side before her teeth dig into her lower lip. She licks her lips and pants. She is so damn sexy. I hold her toy there for another second, before slowly pulling my mouth off, coating the tip in saliva when I let it go.

“Wet enough for you?” I grin back at her and swipe the back of my hand across my mouth, wiping off the spit that ran down the corner.

She nods and sits up on her knees, bringing the toy between her legs and notching it at her entrance. I can’t take my eyes off her when she slowly lowers herself down on to it. She gasps and throws her head back, swiveling her hips on it. I look away for just a second to see a drop of precum already on the head of my cock. I’m not even touching myself and she has me so ready to be buried in her and come harder than I ever have. She looks at me, following my eyes to my cock, licking her lips.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get there.”

This is torture, but the best kind. “I can’t wait.”

She smirks. “I can see. Now, hold your cock.”

“Thank god.” I grab it, finally able to give my aching length some much needed friction. I start to work it slowly and she smirks back at me. I’m so worked up I need something, anything.

“I said hold it, not stroke it.” She makes a kissy face at me and starts bouncing up and down on her toy faster, circling her fingers in a matching pace. My breathing quickens in frustration. I give in, holding my dick in my clenched fist, feeling my pounding pulse from the blood rushing to it.

The look on her face tells me everything. She’s enjoying this so fucking much. She looks at me, smiling and tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth. She curls a finger at me and I inch closer to her,kneeling just in front of her, close enough that I can hear just how wet she is riding her toy. Between gasping breaths, she barely gets the words out, giving me something I’ve been craving. “Hold your cock and play with my tits.”

I take my free hand, cupping one of her breasts, massaging it and rolling her stiff bud between my thumb and fingers, teasing and tugging. Craning my neck, I bring my mouth to her other breast, sucking and licking. She drops her head, panting and moaning against the back of my neck with each lick and nip. Her fingers run through my hair, holding me against her.

My grip on my cock tightens to an almost painful level, just so I can feel something. This woman tests all my limits.

I crave control. I crave being in charge. But for her, I’m willing to let all that go and come undone as fast as she undid the ties of that fucking bikini.

“Good boy. You can stroke that big fucking cock now. Get it ready to fuck me.” Her words are breathy against the back of my neck.

“It’s more than ready, princess. You just have to say when.” The relief, the feeling of finally stroking myself when I’m so goddamn hard, is almost instant. I stroke slow, trying not to come already even though I’ve barely done anything.

She looks down between us, watching the toy go in and out of her drenched pussy and watching my hand work, the veins in my cock throbbing from gripping myself so tight.

“Tell me how crazy I drive you.” Her voice is fraying and her cheeks are so flushed. I look up, taking my lips off her breast. I’m still holding one in my other hand, tweaking and tugging her hard nipple, loving the cute little whimpers she makes each time. I slowly stroke my cock in the other.

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