Harry, can I kiss you?
The vibrations were killing me. It didn’t matter how my knees shook, or how I was collapsing from the inside. I still wanted more.
“I’m melting. Please. Oh God, it’s so deep,” I whimpered. “I need to come, I just want to come.”
I was begging as if someone else was fucking me.
Say it, Harry. What do you want?
Another groan fell from my lips as I felt him with me.
Dom could sharply tug on my nipple, or wrap his hand around my hip to grab my cock. He would force me to fuck his fist while he thrust into me from behind, all the time telling me how much he wanted me.
“You,” I spoke into the empty room, replying to the Dom that only existed in my head. “I’m all yours. Just don’t stop.” A sob flew from my chest before I realised it. The feelings were too strong, everything was too intense. “Please, don’t stop.”
Dom opening me up, Dom pushing into me. He could slide in so slowly that I could rock against him, begging him to fuck me. My body so tight, so needy that I would say anything as long as he buried his cock deep inside me and never let me go.
I shuffled back on the bed so I could tip forward, my chest falling into the duvet as I let my imagination carry me away.
He would have his shins up against the mattress, feet on the floor, digging his fingers into my hips to make sure I was the perfect height for him. I'd be on all fours, and he’d line me up before he dragged me back to push deeply inside me, all while telling me how he needed it as much as I did.
I couldn’t even touch my cock. It was too much. I was going to come, break in seconds. And, swept away in the moment, I said the worst thing that I could have ever said.
With the vibrator pressed deep inside me, the one Molly had bought for me —for us—I cried out, "I need you. Fuck… Dom… please… fuck me…"
Dom
Iwas proud that I held on so long.
As soon as the first cry fell from his lips, I lost it.
Legs spread, groaning, I thrust into my hand on the captain's chair in the bridge. With my feet propped up on the control board, my lower back curved so I rocked on my tailbone, I focused on every single one of those noises that echoed out from the phone.
I’d turned it up to full volume, surrounding myself with his voice, his breathy moans, the creaking of the bed. But, most of all, the slick sounds of the vibrator as he fucked himself.
It was all heaven, and my only response was to clutch my dick and tug on my balls. The risk of being caught just made it hotter.
And I kept talking to him the whole way through, urging him on, asking him to fuck himself for me.
I could tell from his gasps he was pushing my gift further inside, so close that one more inch would send him over the edge, and I wanted to be there with him.
I knew what his bed looked like, knew how hard his headboard was. I could see how his ass and thighs would shakeas he failed to hold himself back. I thought I knew his moans, his little sounds of pleasure, how he trembled as he tried to speak. But it had been so long that I had forgotten how deeply it affected me.
Satisfaction burned through me, along with the awareness of what I was really doing to him.
But it was for me. Even if he didn’t know it, even if he thought it was Molly, his ass was mine. I was the one who made him lose control. He was fucking himself because I wanted it. Excitement and tenderness bloomed inside me as I pushed him on.
I groaned as he choked out, "I'm so close. I'm going to come." With his sweet, posh accent. I was already bursting, edging myself, bringing myself forwards before tipping my head back on the captain's chair and released my cock, letting his voice torture me.
Each gasp brought him closer, and even if he couldn't see the phone, I still gave him orders.
Put the setting up, Harry. Go to five.
By some miracle, I heard the dull buzzing increase before disappearing, sliding back into his ass. The deep moans as he pushed it in told me exactly which point he was hitting.
I stroked my cock again, my hips grinding into my still fist as pleasure rocked me, my ass tightening and relaxing, needing to be filled.
Keep fucking yourself, Harry.