Page 137 of Bad Seed
With barely a touch, I roll my fingers up the eggplant’s skin. “Me, all alone here, in this silky, tight dress.” The eggplant rocks back and forth under my hand as I reach the tip and start to trace around the stem.
I curl under the eggplant and lift it off the counter. Holding it in my hands, I’m tempted to start jacking my hands up and down the girthy shaft, but that’s too easy of an end for him.
“No one to run his huge palms over my thighs…” Pressing the eggplant to my right leg, I give a deep sigh, and start to roll it up my hip. Every slight divot and dimple on the purple skin brushes the silk dress against me. I shiver to my toes, rubbing him up and down my belly.
“Or hold my tits in his hands,” I cry out as I rub the eggplant under my breasts. Closing my eyes, I lean back against the counter and give in to the gentle touch of the eggplant. The skin is tender, but glides the dress in just the right ways. I trace the long end up over my throbbing nipple and a whimper slips out.
“Tease me,” I moan, swiping the eggplant over both of my nipples at once. It feels like the softest tongue bathing my breasts. I fling my head back, losing myself to the rising throb between my legs. “Touch me.”
Growing bold, I twist the eggplant around and run it between my breasts. His cock caught there instead, his face reddening as he nears blowing, and me refusing to let go until he’s pleading for a release…
“Fucking me…” I gasp, not realizing I’ve parted my legs until the cool tip of the eggplant brushes against my burning clit.
This is dangerous. If I tear the skin even a little…
“Ah.” I whimper down to my soul. My body doesn’t care about my allergy. All it wants is him. His touch, his body, his everything thrusting, sucking, and fucking me. The eggplant plunges between my thighs, the same ones he’d order me to wrap around his head. When the bulbous end hits my gushing arousal, I swear it jerks with glee in my hand.
He’s not as wide as the typical grocery store eggplant, but there’s still a lot of girth. I pull back on my thighs, willing myself wider, as I start to work all of my husband inside of me. Not just his cock, but his hands, his tongue…his everything. All of it at once, dancing in my pussy, racing to please me.
Fuck!It’s so tight, I fling my hand back and scratch down the cabinet. So tight, but so perfect.Yes. Yes!
“Are we having fun?”
What?
I jerk up so fast, I nearly snap the eggplant in half.
Aubry, dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and black slacks, stands in the doorway watching me. His eyes peel down me, noting my left breast flying out of my dress, and my pussy’s lips wrapped around an eggplant. Another eggplant. As he walks closer, he rolls up his sleeves.
“You, but…” I whip my head around, beyond confused.
Chuckling, he traces his fingers up my bare thigh, his lips parting beside my ear. “I see we have an interloper,” Aubry whispers. His touch glances against the back of my hand until he too holds the imposter eggplant.
“You sent me the emoji. I found this. I thought…” My face is burning hot. I try to shrink away, but he catches my chin and focuses me on him.
“You thought it was me. Waiting for you.” He licks his lips, not pulling the eggplant away. “Aching for you.”
“Well…” Wait a second. He’s not surprised, or even laughing. He’s fucking hard as a rock. “You did that on purpose.”
“Me? Why would a man want to watch his beautiful, luscious wife fuck herself with an eggplant?” The moment the words leave his lips, he shoves the imposter deep inside of me. I cry out, and he answers it with a kiss. His tongue darts through my mouth, his fingers teasing my clit while also fucking me harder with the eggplant.
“You love that, don’t you?” he asks, vibrating against my clit in just the right way to leave me a gooey mess on the floor. I can barely focus on him as my body leaps out of the stratosphere. “The way it fits you, the glide of its skin drenched in your juices.”
Yelping, I fight against grinding down as Aubry watches my body reaching its crescendo. His dark eyes flash purple, and I tear open his pants. The zipper doesn’t so much slide as rip at the seams. But Aubry’s only response is a deep groan as I strain my hand down his cock. It twitches across my forearm, seeking what is being plundered by the outsider.
“What are you doing?” Aubry moans.
“The aubergine’s nice and all.” I flick my tongue against his earlobe, nearly bringing him to his knees. Then I tighten my hand around his cock, and tug the skin until he’s mine. “But I want the real thing.”
He spins the eggplant, stretching me to the point of breaking. I can feel the gears in his head shifting, his plans gone to hell. A guttural moan breaks against my neck, and he yanks out the vegetable.
“You have me twisted around your littlest finger.” Aubry hefts my ass up onto the counter. The new dress tears at the slit, sequins falling like rain. I reach out to gather them when he plies open my thighs and thrusts inside.
“Fuck!” I cry out. Every time I think I’m ready for him, and every time he tears me in half. The imposter eggplant has nothing on my man, his heavy cock pulsing to first match, then improve on its girth and reach.
Wet lips crush to my throat, curses and kisses landing on me in equal measure. “I would die for you,” he declares. My ass slams onto the counter so hard the cabinets pop open. With a growl, Aubry slaps his hands to both doors, then digs into the handles. He looms over me, his eyes burning with purple fire.
“I will kill for you.”
