Page 113 of Hopeless
Which is why I pull out and reach for the toy that’s lying forgotten on the mattress beside us.
I replace myself with it and watch her writhe.
“Fuck!” she cries out as I work it into her.
It’s not as large as I am, but she still shakes when I push it all the way in.
My fist is painfully tight around my girth, like I can somehow cut the blood flow off and keep myself together by squeezing tighter.
“Bailey, baby, use your hands. Show me what you do.”
Eyes on me, she trails her hands down her torso until she’s holding the silicon base.
She presses somewhere, and the thing hums and vibrates. Wetness leaks out from where her body grips the skin-toned toy as she cries out instantly.
“You like that?”
She nods in response, and I use my free hand to graze a finger over her lips, stretched tight around the vibrator.
“You look so fucking pretty like this.” I wrap my hand around my cock and pump once, and she moves in time with me, easing the toy out and back in.
It’s the worst tease in the world, watching her fuck herself and wishing it were me. My body aches with it. Low on my back. Behind my hip bones.
“What do you think about while you do it?”
“You.”Fuck. She doesn’t even hesitate. Lips parted, both hands working between her legs.
I swipe a thumb over her clit. Her legs shake, and she moves the toy in a more even tempo.
“You pretending I’m fucking you right now, Bailey?” I can’t look away. We’re a jumble of limbs and wetness.
“Yes,” she whispers and licks her lips.
I keep at her clit, palm sliding over my dick as I imagine what it will be like to fuck her how I want to. Rough and messy. Claiming her.
“I don’t know, Bailey. I’m bigger than that toy. You think this tight little cunt can take me?”
She gasps as she shoves the toy in harder. “Yes, Beau. Fuck. Give it to me.”
“Give what to you?” Our words are choppy. Breathless. So is every movement. Every muscle and tendon strung up tight. Everything about this moment is ready to snap and crumble down around us.
“Your c-cock,” she stutters slightly, doing her best to keep up.
I don’t miss the deep blush on her cheeks. Listening to her say things she probably never has makes me harder. I’m the lucky fucker who gets to hear her try them all out.
“What about my cum, Bailey? Would you settle for that tonight?”
A strangled groan catches in her throat as she shuts her eyes for a beat. Then her lashes lift lazily, and she takes a quick bite on her full bottom lip before she says, “Yes, sir.”
That’s all it takes. I blow.
One hard jerk and I’m coming, hand now braced on her inner thigh, spreading her open. The first rope lands on her toy, the one she doesn’t stop fucking herself with even as I mark her. The next on her clit, dripping down onto her lips.
She works my cum into her pussy with the vibrator. And I watch her do it.
“Oh god,” I groan, losing it over how fucking good she looks. Another rope hits the freshly trimmed triangle, the next her hand.
She doesn’t stop thrusting her toy. She watches, lips parted, legs shaking against mine, as I make a mess of her in the basest way possible.
