Page 17 of Tempting Tessa

Her eyes roll back as I increase the pressure, circling her clit with the vibrating tip. She’s so responsive, so fucking perfect. I could watch her fall apart all day.

“Please,” she gasps, her thighs trembling as she tries to push against the vibrator harder.

“Please what?” I pull the toy back slightly, denying her the pressure she craves. “Use your words, Contessa.”

“Please fuck me with it,” she whimpers, her hips chasing the vibrator. “I need it inside.”

I smile, enjoying her desperation. “Since you asked so nicely...”

I lower the toy, sliding it between her pussy lips, watching how they part around the sleek black silicone. I tease her entrance, circling it slowly, coating every inch in her slick arousal.

“Look at how wet you are,” I growl, pushing just the tip inside her. “Your cunt is fucking dripping for me.”

Her walls clench around the head of the vibrator, trying to pull it deeper. I hold it firm, not giving her what she wants yet.

“Please,” she begs again, her voice breaking.

I push it in another inch, then pull it almost all the way out. “Is this how you fuck yourself when you’re alone, thinking about me?”

Her eyes fly open. “I don’t⁠—”

I thrust the toy in hard, burying it to the hilt, and she screams.

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I snarl, beginning a slow, torturous rhythm with the vibrator. “I know you think about me. About my cock. About how I’d fill you up so much better than this toy.”

I angle the curve upward, pressing against her G-spot, and her whole body convulses.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” she babbles, her head thrashing from side to side.

“That’s it,” I encourage, fucking her steadily with the vibrator. “Take it. Show me how well your little invention works.”

Her pussy makes obscene wet sounds as I pump the toy in and out, her arousal leaking onto the leather chair beneath her. I increase the speed, watching her face contort with pleasure.

“You’re going to cum,” I tell her, not a question but a command. “You’re going to cum all over this toy while I watch every second.”

“Yes,” she moans, her inner walls clenching visibly around the vibrator. “I’m close, I’m so close⁠—”

I pull the toy out completely.

“No!” she cries, her hips bucking into empty air. “What the fuck?”

“Not yet,” I say calmly, watching her desperate, flushed face. “I decide when you cum.”

Her chest heaves with frustration, her breasts straining against her blouse. I wait until her breathing slows slightly before pressing the vibrator back against her entrance.

I slide it back between her lips, parting her swollen pussy with the tip before sinking it in slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes glaze over as it fills her completely. Her walls grip the toy like they’re desperate not to let it go.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, twisting the vibrator to make her gasp. “Your greedy little cunt just swallows it up.”

“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back. “Please don’t stop again.”

I laugh, a dark sound that makes her shiver visibly. “Oh, stellina, I’m going to stop. Again and again. Until you’re begging me properly.”

I set a merciless pace, fucking her with long, deep strokes that have her crying out with each thrust. The curved tip hits her G-spot perfectly—her body tells me so, jerking and twitching each time I angle it just right.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, her thighs beginning to tremble.

I slow down, barely moving the vibrator, just letting it pulse inside her. “Not yet.”