Pleasure Torture

“What’s that?” He turned his ear down to me. Wanting me to repeat what I’d just confessed.

But the awful vulnerability of it was nearly overwhelming. Though that didn’t detract from the fact that he had that small vibrating toy so deep into the center of me that it only served to remind me of him and the way he moved.

The way he feels.

I was already envisioning him over me. Pressing that hard cock into me. Then shaking his hips in tiny tremors to create the same motion that was boreing through me.

I was losing my mind. My pussy jerking with the desperate need to release.

I swallowed hard. Don’t think about him doing me.

But that was really easy to tell myself and much harder to actually do as my ass was bouncing off the bed as my entire body rocked with every vibrating pressure.

“Ah, Kane, please!”

“No. More.” He said coldly.

“I think...I would have...”

“Would’ve what?”

“Fallen