Page 86 of The Final Faceoff
I grin against her skin. “Bet you can already feel how full my cock is gonna make you.”
She shatters, coming hard, her body pulsing around my fingers, her hips rocking against the vibrator.
I groan, watching her fall apart, drinking in every sound, every fucking twitch of her perfect body.
I slow my fingers, working her through it, letting her feel every last ounce of pleasure. Then I slide them out, bringing them to her lips.
“Suck, baby. Show me how good you taste.”
Her eyes flutter open, barely focused, completely gone.
But she obeys, taking my fingers into her mouth, licking, sucking, moaning around them.
I watch, cock throbbing, barely holding on to the last thread of control I have. I’m so close to shoving down my pants and thrusting my cock inside her mouth, deep-throating her, making her choke on me—having her take me.
“Fuck.” My voice is rough, dark. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”
Her lips are still wrapped around my fingers, sucking like she’s been trained for it, her tongue flicking over my skin, licking up every drop of herself.
Good fucking girl.
But I’m not done with her.
Not even close.
I slide my fingers free from her mouth, watching the way her lips shine, the way her breath stutters, her thighs still twitching from the orgasm I just gave her.
“You think we’re finished, baby?” I murmur, dragging my fingers down her throat, feeling her pulse hammer beneath my touch.
She blinks up at me, dazed.
I reach into my bag, pulling out the bigger vibrator. The moment she sees it, her breath catches. Oh, she knows what’s coming.
“You like this one, don’t you?” I flick the switch, the low, deep hum filling the space between us. “Been fucking yourself with this one? Humping your pillows, crying into your sheets, wishing it was my cock?”
She whimpers, thighs clenching, her body already begging for it. I press the tip to her still-sensitive clit, letting it vibrate against her swollen bud. She gasps, body arching off the mattress.
“Oh, you’re still so sensitive, aren’t you?” I coo, rubbing the head of the toy in lazy circles, watching her squirm.
She tries to grind against it, chase the pleasure, but I pull back—just enough to make her whimper.
She glares, breathless. “Leif, stop teasing.”
I smirk, pressing the vibrator just barely inside her, watching the way her body fights to pull it in.
“You don’t tell me what to do, baby.”
Her breath comes in fast, shallow pants, her hips tilting up, begging.
I grip her thighs, spreading them wider, my voice dropping. “You want it, sweetheart? You wanna be my filthy little girl and take it?”
She nods frantically, whimpering.
Not enough.
I slap the inside of her thigh lightly, just enough to make her jolt. “Words, Hailey. I wanna hear you beg for it.”
She lets out a wrecked little moan, her hands fisting the sheets. “Please, Leif. Please fuck me with it. Please?—”
