Page 122 of Play With Me

I gasp slightly from the shock of sensation there. “I’ve never done anything there,” I whisper.

“I can stop,” he says, withdrawing it.

But with the lack of sensation there, I realize I liked it. “No, put it back.”

He uses his fingers to shift more of my wetness to the area—there’s plenty of it—then brings the vibrator back. “Tell me when to stop at any time, Nor. Any of it. But I think trying new things might be good, yeah?”

“Yes,” I whimper as he increases the pressure of the vibrator.

At the same time, I feel the hot head of his cock notched against my pussy.

“Should we try both?” he whispers.

I nod. “Yes.” Yes, why fucking not when it feels so good. I feel naughty, and bold, and like a bigger, badder, braver version of myself when he slips the small vibrator inside my asshole. I pinch my lips between my teeth so I don’t make a sound.

Which is a feat when he slides himself inside of me to match.

The sensation of being filled in both places is intense, and incredible. But when Jude brings his hand not holding the vibrator around front, touching the place we’re joined and then my clit, I feel a deep, raw shudder of pleasure. He moves all three parts in a magically coordinated dance, increasing his tempo to the intensity of my breaths.

“More,” I grit out, my hands splayed on the mattress, my whole self -exposed to him, heat and pleasure radiating from the triple contact.

But just as I feel the wave building, Jude slows, his circles with his fingers growing languid, his cock slipping nearly out of me, and the vibrator out and running circles around my asshole.

I slip back onto the pads of my feet. “No,” I beg. “Don’t slow down, please.”

“You want it harder, Nora?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“You want me to make you come like this, Nora?”

There’s still that wavering doubt that he’ll make it happen, but it felt so good, and I was so close. “I want you to try.”

“Tell me to make you come, Nora.”

He leans over me, sinking his cock into me so slowly, I clench myself around him, making a high-pitched sound I hardly recognize.

He pulls out.

“Fucking demand it, Nora. I’m here for you, for your pleasure.”

He thrusts deep into me again, lifting me back up to my toes. “And I don’t lose.”

I grit my teeth, feeling almost like I’m absorbing his energy. His pro-athlete, single-minded focus. His determination and absolute confidence that he can take something all the way.

“Make me come,” I say, my voice low and liquid. “Make me fucking come, Jude, right fucking now.”

“That’s my girl,” Jude says.

Then he’s on me. With all the things, all at once. He’s fucking me hard with his cock, the vibrator humming just inside my tight back opening, and his fingers pulsing against my clit, pinching it between his fingers and gliding circles over me.

The orgasm comes like a freight train as Jude pounds into me. My whole body arches as I stand up, bracing one hand against the wall and the other biting down on my own forearm to keep from screaming.

It comes and it keeps coming, making me shudder and clench around Jude, the waves so powerful I think I’m going to fall.

Jude never stops. He keeps all of it going, and somewhere in the powerful waves washing over me I know he comes too, because I hear his grunt and feel the new hot wetness of his release where we’re joined together.

Finally, it dies down and I do fall then, backward into his arms.

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