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Heidi’s eyes opened wide, like she was looking at a dick for the very first time. Although I knew that was not the case, not the way she took me earlier when I had her pinned over my bike. The vision in my head must have also been joined to my balls, because I flinched. My cock twitching upwards, stifling a groan. She reached forward, her slim hand and manicured nails wrapping around my shaft, tentatively at first, like I might tell her off for touching me. But when I said nothing, only watched, she moved up and down, slowly testing the length, feeling over the tip with her thumb. I tried to keep my breathing even, not letting her see exactly what that hand on my cock was doing. She was stunning, laid out beneath me, the only thing stopping me from entering her right this second were the black lace knickers she wore. But I could push those to one side easy enough.
So, for now, I let her explore while I watched on. Her eyes never rose to mine, focused on the cock in front of her, watching her own fingers slide up and down. And then her hand tightening, her grip changing, a careful twist of her wrist, and the heavy bolt hit me hard in the stomach. I jolted, the groan I’d been holding onto so tightly, escaping. Fuck, she was an expert with those pretty hands, sliding and twisting, flicking the tip of my cock, pulling me far too close to shooting my load all over her chest. Over those full, suckable tits. My stomach leaped again. If I didn’t stop her soon, that was exactly what I was going to do.
I caught her wrist, stopping her hand from sliding back down to the hilt, where she’d swivel that wrist and make me push into her grip. And look like an idiot when I fucked her hand instead of the rich pussy I wanted. She stopped when I squeezed harder, releasing her fingers. Now it was my turn to squeeze my fingers tight, and I pulled her hand away, pushing it over her head, pulling her other arm up to join it. And now I held tight as I pinned both hands over her head.
Heidi wriggled, squeezing her eyes shut and then opening them again, her teeth raking that plush bottom lip. My fucking plump lips. I dropped my head, kissing her roughly, thrusting in my tongue without giving her the chance to catch-up. Her mouth was warm, welcoming, wet. Like I knew her pussy would be. I reached down, pushing the material of those knickers to the side, teasing across her entrance, the wetness pooling there coating my fingers. I swirled her clit, her back arching under me, and then she gasped as I slid my fingers inside her, crooking them at the top and circling. Already her pussy clamped down around me, hungry for a fucking, pulling against me as I withdrew slightly, repositioning and pushing back in. Her back arched again; her cunt thrust towards me.
Fuck, she was insane. Beautiful, formidable, and wet as fuck as I moved in and out of her, watching her eyebrows pulling together, her teeth working at her bottom lip, her hips moving. And I loved watching her body move to my fingers, seeing her from this angle, watching her wriggle, and grind, and need that release. That’s when the idea formed. I gripped her wrists tighter, pulling my fingers from inside her, the drawer beside the bed making a whirring noise. Heidi gasped.
“Fury? What are you doing?” Her voice was weak, a mix of being on the cusp of coming and the tiniest hints of fear. And I fucking loved it.
Her body jolted as I placed the vibrator at her entrance, rubbing it back and forth, coating it in her own slick.
“Fury.” She tried to warn me, but her words were little more than a whispy breath.
“Keep still, doll. I want to see why you like this thing. You’re going to show me.”
Heidi pulled against the hand holding her wrists, and my grip tightened. Opening her mouth to complain, all that came out was a strangled gasp as I slid the tip of the silver toy inside her. And already her pussy pulled at it, drawing it in. I didn’t switch it on, not just yet. I watched her face contort as it pushed through her folds, pushed deep inside her, and I twisted upwards, hitting the tip off her ‘G’ spot, her body almost convulsing.
“That’s it, doll,” I cooed and encouraged.
I eased the thing back and forth at first, watching her reactions, at the way she squeezed her eyes shut, bit her lip. Then I brushed over the controls, flicking a switch, a low buzzing starting, vibrating into the mattress below us, and Heidi gasped loudly, her body wriggling. And then the next setting, the speed and tempo changing, her hips moving now. Swirling the vibrator inside her, I pushed the machine up a notch, her thighs shaking and twitching. Fuck, this was a beautiful sight. But I needed two hands.
“Keep your hands above your head, doll. If you move, I’m tying you up and fucking you with this thing all night.”
Something flickered across Heidi’s face, a smoulder of those blue eyes, a bite of her teeth on that lip. Maybe tying her up was an option, but right now, as I pressed the button on the vibrator again and her body jolted under me, I just wanted to see her come on this toy, as I worked it in and out of her wet cunt.
I glanced between her legs, to where her knickers were pinned to one side. To the vibrator I worked in her, turning and twisting, her pussy lips swollen and glistening around it and to the plumped nub of her clit. Heidi kept her hands above her head, clasped around the soft pillow behind her. Reaching forwards, I pushed my fingers over her clit, swirling over the top of it, as my other hand worked her wetter. The vibrations from the toy penetrated my flesh too, an uneven rhythm, a buzz and a stop, then a long buzz increasing in intensity and another stop and then pulsing, and pulsing and pulsing. My fingers swirled in contrast, plucking and nipping, swirling and rubbing and now Heidi writhed, squirming and moaning, her hands kneading the pillow, her hips trying to follow the movement I was setting and chasing the rhythm of the vibrations.
“Fury,” she gasped, her thighs squeezing round my arm. “Oh God, Fury.”
She took a hand from above her head, closing it over mine, her fingers tensing round me.
“Get your hands above your head, Heidi. If you want to come, doll, you’ll keep them right there. Or I’ll punish this sweet cunt all night, bringing you here,” I swirled her clit again, and she cried out, “again and again, but never letting you come. The choice is yours, Heidi. What do you want?”
“Mmmm.”
Her arm moved back over her head, grasping the pillow once more.
“Tell me what you want, Heidi. Use your words. Or I’ll stop right now.”
“No. Please,” she exhaled, her legs shaking now. “I want to come. Make me come.”
“As you wish, doll.”
I increased the intensity, pumping the toy in and out of her, angling it when I filled her, so it hit the wall of her pussy, the sudden continuous vibrations of the machine sending her yelling loudly. Her legs shook. Her body trembled. My fingertips swirled over and over as her hips moved into every little movement of my fingers, and my hand, and the silver vibrator punishing her insides.
And then she screamed, loud and long, and it was fucking delicious, my cock straining at the noise as she came on the toy and my hand all at once.
Chapter Twenty Four
My chest heaved frantically, something darker than obsidian taking my sight, my insides and outsides trembling so much I didn’t know whether I was alive, awake, dead, dreaming or hallucinating. I’d heard my own yells fill the hotel suite, entirely incapable of stopping the sounds. And now I lay there, Fury’s hands still grasping the toy that vibrated inside of me, unable to move or think or speak enough to get him to take it out.
Fury smiled, still perched over the top of me, stark, bollock naked. His erection stuck out from his body obscenely, the end glistening and wet and ready to go, even though my body was spent and exhausted.
“That was fucking incredible, doll,” his voice grumbled in the silence. The vibrating shaft in me now switched off, and he carefully slid it out, his fingers gently caressing the spot it came from. “Fuck, I’ve never felt anyone so wet in my life.”
Then he pushed those fingers into his mouth, and I stared at him helplessly, unable to form any words, only able to watch as he sucked my juices from them like he was licking an ice lolly.