Page 99 of The Toy Collector

She laughs huskily. “I wanted to know how you felt when you did it to me. I wanted to… play.”

The admission makes me groan. “Don’t let me stop you, then.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth descends again, and this time I watch as her lips stretch around my girth, the hollow of her cheeks as she sucks, the flutter of her eyelids when I hit the back of her throat. Every detail burns itself into my memory like a brand.

The room is hushed around us, the only sounds are her wet, greedy slurping and my ragged breathing.

“Fuuuck!” My eyes roll back in my head in pure pleasure.

The day I broke in and spanked her comes to mind. She wasn’t kidding when she told me I had no idea how talented her mouth is. Fuck, this is so much better than any other blowjob she’s given me. The best part is she initiated it this time. My toy taking what she wants.

“That’s it,” I murmur, feeling the vibration of her moan travel through me, into my spine, igniting every nerve ending. “Look at you, you’re so beautiful when you’re slurping all over my dick.”

As her hand comes up to cradle my balls, I tense my thighs, fighting the urge to thrust. Her rhythm grows confident, one hand wrapped around what she can’t fit in her mouth, the other still teasing lower, fingertips pressing against sensitive skin. She’s learning how to read me, how to interpret the tensing of my abs, the flex of my thighs, the tightening of my hand in her hair.

Heat builds at the base of my spine, pressure coiling tighter with each downstroke. I could come like this—I want to come like this, making her take everything I have to give.

But there’s hunger in her eyes that tells me she has other plans. So I let her explore, my restraint a gift I’ve never given anyone else. Her eyes never leave mine, as her tongue traces along the sensitive underside. She’s studying me, learning me, the same way I’ve been learning her all these months.

The realization sends a fresh surge of heat through me. My toy isn’t just servicing me, not just sating her curiosity. She’s collecting information, ammunition for later. The thought should anger me, but instead, pride blooms beneath my ribs.

She’s becoming exactly what I knew she could be. Dangerous.Mine.

My breath catches as she takes me deeper than before, her throat working around the tip. I want to grab her skull and hold her there, feel her choke, feel her gag around me. Instead, my fists knot the sheets beside me, forcing myself to endure her mercy.

“Fuck. Piper.” Her answering hum of satisfaction vibrates through me, and I know I’m close. Too close. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

The coil of pleasure tightens to near-breaking, and I realize this isn’t how I want this to end. Not with her mouth, as perfect as it is. I want to be inside her wet cunt, need to feel her take all of me.

Before pleasure can overtake me, she’s moving, crawling up my body with feline grace, her knees bracketing my hips. No hesitation in her movements, no asking permission.

She positions herself above me, one hand reaching between us to graspmy dick, guiding the head to her entrance. It’s damn near impossible not to seize her hips, to slam her down onto me and take what’s mine.

Our eyes lock as she sinks down, impaling herself on me with a hiss of satisfaction that sounds like victory. “Mhmm, you’re so deep inside me,” she moans. The sound burns hotter than any prayer I’ve ever heard.

“What are you going to do with me?” My voice is husky with want.

Adjusting herself, she leans slightly forward, splaying her palms on my chest, fingers digging into the muscle like she’s anchoring herself—or pinning me down.

“Whatever I want,” she smirks. “It’s my time to explore.”

With each word, she presses her nails deeper into me, creating small crescent moon indents in my skin that I hope will scar. I want her marks all over me, proof that this happened, that she chose this.

“Yes, it is,” I agree. “Take what you need, baby.”

She begins to move, slow and devastating, her body rising and falling with a measured pace that speaks of exploration rather than desperation. Each downstroke takes me deeper, her inner walls gripping me like they never want to let go.

Every time she sinks down, it shreds another layer of my control. I want to buck up into her, brutal and deep, make her scream my name until her voice breaks.

The sight of her above me, moonlight painting her skin silver in between the shadows, head thrown back in pleasure she’s orchestrating herself—it’s almost too much to absorb. The ridge of my cock drags against her inner walls as she rises, almost releasing me before sinking back down with a soft gasp that I feel in my marrow.

Tonight, my toy’s taking what she wants, and I would let her carve me open for it if she asked. Fuck, I hope she asks. Her tits sway with the movement, nipples hard in the cool night air.

A roll of her hips has us both groaning. The sound tears from my throat unbidden, honest in a way I’m rarely allowed to be. It takes everything in me not to thrust up into her heat. I deliberately fold my arms behind my head, pillowing it, making a show of my surrender.

I drink in every detail of her pleasure; the flush spreading across her chest, the way her teeth dig into her lower lip when I hit a spot that makes her shudder. The subtle changes in her breathing that telegraph how close she is, how much she’s enjoying using me like this.

A bead of sweat trails between her breasts, and I follow its path with hungry eyes. She’s exquisite in her determination, her thighs trembling slightly with exertion but never faltering. Pride swells in my chest—look what I’ve created, look what I’ve unleashed.

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