Page 129 of Marry Lies
“Get on the bed,” Miles commands.
I turn around, walk to the bed a few feet away, and lie down.
“I want you to spread your legs. Face me, please.”
I smile as I do as he says, my right hand coming between my legs and grazing my damp knickers. My other hand reaches over to the nightstand, pulling out a dildo.
I hear Miles release a shuddering breath over the speakers. “Fuck, Estelle. I need to see you fuck yourself with that. Please,” he adds, his voice frayed.
I inhale sharply at the need in his voice—at the way he sounds so completely unhinged and on the brink of ruin.
A very, very small part of me wants to torture him.
“Yeah?” I ask, shimmying out of my knickers, lifting my hips, and pulling them down my legs. Then, without another word, I slowly begin to coat the dildo by running it up and down my slit. The soft, silicone head rubs against my aching clit, and I arch my back slightly. “Tell me what to do,” I gasp out.
“Spread your legs wider,” he growls. “I want you to fuck yourself with the dildo,” he adds, his voice fractured.
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask, my skin heating at the thought of him getting off just feet away, unable to get to me.
“Of course I am,” he answers. “You make me crazy.”
A low, warm hum works through me at his words. I place the head of the dildo at my opening, pausing to drive him a bit crazy. When I look up at the glass, I see the hand he placed against the glass curl into a fist.
“Wife,” he grits out unevenly.
I smile as I press the dildo inside of me, arching my back as I do and letting out a low groan the same time he does, making the most delightful, low rumble of sounds.
“God, I wish this was your cock,” I tell him, slowly removing it before pushing it back in just as slowly.
“You have no idea,” he grumbles.
I push the dildo in deep, looking between my legs before looking back over at where Miles’s hand is. I’m panting now, my core aching with need.
“Don’t stop,” he begs, voice ragged. “Keep fucking yourself.”
I move my hand faster, my muscles coiling with tension at the idea of turning him on by doing this.
“Miles,” I whimper.
“You have no idea how much I wish I could break this glass just to be inside of you. How much I need to be inside of you right now. My cock is pulsating for you, butterfly.”
“Oh god,” I breathe, my hand working faster.
“How I wish I could be that glistening piece of silicone, sliding in and out of your tight cunt, coated in your juices,” he mumbles.
“Have you always had such a filthy mouth?” I ask, my words stilted and jerky.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back.
“Good girl,” he growls. “I love watching you fuck yourself. Watching the way your swollen lips suck that toy into yourself, how pretty they look wrapped around it.”
I gasp.Dirty, filthy—
“But you know, I think I prefer the way they stretch just a bit farther formycock. How perfect it feels being inside of you, like I’m wrapped up in heaven.”
“Miles—”
