Page 11 of Trick Me, Treat Me
“This pussy creaming for me,” he rasped, pushing another button.
Again, electricity shot through me, causing my whole body to spasm. He turned the vibration up and pushed the wand inside my pussy, thrusting and twisting. “Hallowww!!!” I screamed, eyes wide, fingers clenched into tight fists. My moans turned to sobs, the pleasure building too fast. I tried to twist, to pull my arms free, but he had me. Bound. Burning. Helpless.
“You don’t get it by now, baby?” he whispered at my throat. “This pussy is perfect. I knew you’d be the one.” He increasedthe pressure with the wand, and my whole body trembled. “One more shock.”
“I-I can’t...”
“Yes, you can.” His tongue trailed down to my nipple, sucking it hard as the wand clicked and sent yet another electric shot. “Push that magic out. Make that pussy rain in this muthafucka.”
His fingers flicked mercilessly against my clit as the wand vibrated intensely inside my pussy. The oil made every drag of his hand feel like heaven and fire. His other hand cupped my throat, just holding me in place.
“I want to feel it,” he growled. “I want to feel your body break under mine. I want to taste your tears when you realize no man will ever fuck you the way this beast can.”
“Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk!!!” I shattered.
My scream filled the room, raw and open. My body convulsed beneath him, legs shaking, vision white as the orgasm ripped through me like lightning. I felt myself soaking the sheets, and he didn’t stop rubbing my clit through the mess.
“Good fucking girl,” he praised, voice thick with lust. “That’s it. That’s what I need.”
He turned the wand off and tossed it aside, then leaned down, his tongue licking up everything I gave him, slowly and possessively. My body twitched at the overstimulation, but I couldn’t stop moaning. Crying. Shaking. His mouth slid up to mine, lips pressing hot and deep as he kissed me with tongue and hunger.
Spirit
Ic o u l d n ’ tf e e lmy legs. My body was floating, heavy and light at the same time. My chest rose in short, shallow gasps, sweat glistening between my breasts, thighs twitching every few seconds like the orgasm still hadn’t let go. My thoughts ran wild.
This man electrocuted me… and I liked it. What type of shit is this? What’s wrong with me? What’s happening? God, this is crazy!
Hallow sat between my legs, hands resting on my hips, watching me like he was studying a piece of art he’d just destroyed. His chest was rising more slowly now, but his eyes were still glowing, and his voice when he finally spoke was even deeper.
“You took that like a fucking goddess,” he growled, almost reverent. “You were made to be ruined.”
“I thought… I thought my heart… was gonna stop.” I moaned without meaning to, and he smirked. Then he reached up, his sharp nails dragging lightly across my skin, undoing the cuffs one by one.
He climbed off the bed, disappeared for a few moments, and returned with a glass of water. “Take a second,” he instructed, eyes locked into mine as I sipped.
Then, he undid his sweatpants, slowly like he knew this was the moment I’d been waiting for. When he finally dropped his sweats, my breath caught, and I damn near choked on the water.
What the fuck…?
I’d never seen a dick like it in my life. Long, thick, curved just enough to hit every wall I didn’t even know I had and veiny, too. Heavy. Pressure. Hallow was hung like a beast built for destruction. It stood there, dark and proud, pulsing like it had a mind of its own. Beautiful and terrifying all at once. The kind of dick that looked like it came with a warning label.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, voice rough but calm as he gently took the glass of water and set it down on the nightstand. “Face down. Ass up.”
My body moved before my brain could object. I rolled onto my stomach, thighs shaking as I pushed myself up on all fours, my face pressed to the silk sheets. My hips lifted slowly, back arching, my ass high in the air for him, soaking, exposed,trembling. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me open, and I heard the deep inhale as he took in everything I was.
“Goddam,” he muttered. “Clit swollen. Pussy leaking. I think she’s ready for me.”
“H-Hallow...”
“Sshhh, baby.”
I bit my lip, breath caught in my throat. The sound of skin and anticipation. The air shifted. And then I felt him thick and heavy lining up against my entrance, the tip sliding through my slick folds, teasing my clit before dipping lower again. He wasn’t rushing. He was savoring it.
“Say it,” he growled, one hand gripping my hair as he leaned over me. “Tell me you want this dick.”
“ I-I want it,” I gasped. “But, go slow.”
He chuckled. “I know, baby. Now, tell me whose pussy it is.”
