Page 91 of Wicked Spite
“Be a good wifey,” I command, my voice dripping with desire, “and let me eat your pussy from behind.”
“Wh-what?” she stutters, taken aback by my boldness.
“Trust me,” I purr, tracing a finger down her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. “You’ll love it.”
I lean over her and sink my teeth into the nape of her neck right over the raised pale ‘B’, giving just enough pressure to make her squirm.
“Fine,” Reagan relents, her tone still laced with uncertainty.
“Good girl,” I murmur, placing a lingering kiss on her skin before moving into position behind her.
The sight of Reagan’s toned ass and glistening wetness before me sends me into a spiral. I can’t resist any longer. I need to taste her.
I press my lips against her inner thigh, teasing the sensitive flesh with soft kisses and flicks of my tongue. She squirms beneath me, her breath hitching as I inch closer to my destination.
“Stay still,” I growl, my grip tightening on her hips. She tries to steady herself, her fingers clenching the sheets.
My tongue explores her slick folds, teasing her clit with every stroke. I can’t help but moan into her as her taste coats my tongue, savoring each whimper and gasp that escapes her lips.
“Fuck, Penn.” She breathes, clutching at the sheets, her knuckles white. “That feels...so good.”
“Eating your pussy once a day is like a fucking attitude adjustment for you. Let me pencil that into our fucking schedule.”I say as I pull away from her center and slap my hand down on her ass cheek to watch it fucking jiggle.
I reach into my bag, rummaging around until I find what I’m looking for: a sleek, veiny pink vibrating cock. The sight of it brings a wicked smile to my face, my mind already racing with thoughts of how I plan to use it on her.
“Wh-where did you find that?” Reagan stammers, her eyes wide with surprise and curiosity as she takes in the toy from over her shoulder.
“Oh this? I found our new best friend in a box you left open in the closet,” I reply, chuckling at her shocked expression. “This box was full of just all the fun things you had in your apartment.”
With that, I slip the vibrator between her legs, teasing her slick entrance with the tip. She gasps, her body jolting at the sensation, and I can’t help but smirk at her reaction.
“Ready?” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. She nods, her eyes locked on mine, and I slowly start to push the vibrator inside her.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groan, marveling at the ease with which the vibrator slides in and out of her tight heat. “Seems like someone’s enjoying herself a bit too much,” I tease, my own cock hardening at the sight of her taking it, the vibrator a stand-in for the real thing.
“It’s. Not. Like. That.” Reagan pants, her body rocking back against the thrusts of my hand. God, she’s such a filthy little liar.
“Really? Then why are you so wet, baby?” I ask, my voice dripping with fake innocence. “Looks like you’re enjoying this, or are you just excited that it’s not my cock fucking you?”
Her face flushes red, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. “Shut up and just fuck me with it already, you asshole!” she spits out,her voice dripping with this wicked scorn. Always so feisty, this one.
I pick up the pace, thrusting the fake dick in and out of her pussy harder, the vibrations echoing through the room. “As you wish, baby,” I growl, my voice a guttural grunt as I watch the toy disappear inside her, then reappear, glistening with her arousal.
“Say it, Reagan,” I growl. “Tell me how you love it when I fuck you with this cock.”
“I-I love it when you fuck me with this cock,” she moans, her face flushing red.
“Louder,” I demand, speeding up my thrusts.
“I love it when you fuck me with this cock!” she screams, her body arching off the bed, the vibrations of her moans swirling in the surrounding air.
“Good girl,” I praise her, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “And this is the only way you’ll ever feel another cock, got it? This one right here, and only when I goddamn give it to you.”
I reach down and spit on her exposed asshole, my eyes never leaving her cunt as I circle my finger around her tight hole. Her body tenses, but I can feel the wetness seeping onto the sheets. She’s soaking wet for me. “I want you to remember this. This is how it’s going to be from now on. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll fucking love it.”
“I want…I want you to fuck me with that thing until I can’t remember my own name,” she hisses, her breathing ragged.
“Yeah, I bet you do,” I grin, feeling a thrill at her submission. It’s a game of cat and mouse between us, each of us fighting for control even as we’re swallowed by our own lust.
