Page 198 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Yes, sir.”
I flip the top on the lube and squeeze a few dollops on the rabbit before pushing down the covers and positioning the vibrator between my legs. As I reach down, I realize Mac can’t see what I’m doing with my knees up. I try to turn on my side, but there’s no way I’m coming in that position without something to brace me. I flail around for a pillow while trying to hold on to the slippery rabbit.
“Get comfortable, girl. We’re not making porn here. I can see enough.”
I smile at him, appreciating his attention to my comfort. I stuff the pillow my fingertips have found under my hips and settle onto my back again. I drop my right leg, knee to the mattress, so he can see as much as possible. “Thank you, sir.”
“Put it in. Nice and slow. Tease it in and out, just like I’m going to do with my cock.”
My pussy squeezes at the thought and my leg quivers. I prop my wrist on my thigh to keep my leg still and follow his command, rubbing the rabbit’s tip up and down my labia before pushing it in a little, sliding it back, and pushing it in some more. Mac’s appreciative rumble sends another sweet spasm through me. He drapes an old-fashioned cloth handkerchief over his abs and takes his cock in hand, rolling his foreskin back and forth until his glans peeks out between the loose circle of his thumb and forefinger. The gleaming drop that gathers at his slit makes me lick my lips with longing.
“Want that, do you, girl?”
“Yes, sir, I do.”
“You’ll get it soon enough. Fuck yourself with the rabbit, nice and deep now. Push it all the way in so you feel the stretch.”
I do, on a stroke that makes me shudder. I’m so full with the plug and the rabbit in. The rabbit’s long enough to hit my cervix and I bump it just enough to send a spike of pain up into my belly. “Oh, fuck!”
“Mmm, that’s good,” Mac rumbles as he begins to jack himself, holding his tip tight and letting his ruddy balls jerk. I watch his motion, memorizing how he likes it, as I lick my lips over and over with the desire to have that pumping meat in my mouth.
“Turn the vibrator on now, girl. Just those prongs. I want to see them shake your clitty.”
“Fuck, sir.” I thumb the button to turn on the rabbit ears and position them on my clit hood. My clit’s already poking out and putting the ears straight on my clit is going to hurt but I’ll ask Mac for that in a minute anyway because I’m certifiable.
“Yes, girl. Like that. I love seeing your pussy shake. That’s a view I’m going to want to see often. Turn it up now and show me how you take it.”
I flick the button and moan as the vibration ramps up enough to rattle my teeth. Fuck, that hurts exactly the way I like. “Oh, sir.”
“Nice, girl,” Mac rumbles as he jacks himself harder, his corona peeking over the rim of his fingers with each stroke. “Show me what you like.”
I grit my teeth in anticipation and pull up on the skin of my mons with my free hand while I position the ears right on my exposed clit. I yelp at the sensation and bow my back as I try to get away from the too-muchness of it even while I push myself closer. “Fuck! Fuck, sir.”
“That’s it, girl. So pink and pretty. Do you like being fucked hard?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Let me see it. Slam that little kitty.”
A long moan rips out of me as I pump the vibrator the way he’s instructed, working against the thickness of the plug, tapping my cervix with each thrust, catching my clit with the rabbit ears. I squirm up the bed and hit my head against the bedrail before I stop myself. “Ow, fuck!”
Mac laughs breathily. “You okay, girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Try it again. Harder. I want to see you really take it for me.”
“Yes, sir.” I pound myself with the vibrator while bracing against the bedrail with my free hand. It hurts and feels so good. “Oh, sir, fuck!”
“That’s it. That’s it, girl.” He pumps furiously, his cockhead and balls flushing. A long groan tears out of him as white spurts arc from his tip to land on the handkerchief. I slow my strokes while I watch him come. The look of pleasure and relief that contorts his handsome face is something I could stare at all day.
He keeps milking his cock with long strokes, a few white spatters still flicking from the tip. He growls as he meets my eyes again. “Did I say you could stop?”
Oops.
“Sorry, sir. I just liked seeing you come.”
“Which is what I want to see. Do it, girl. Hard and fast, just like I’m going to fuck you.”
