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My eyes are still closed, but I hear Arsen move closer. My skin prickles with the awareness of his gaze. And the awareness that I want his hands on me.
I push the dildo deeper inside me and let out a very intentional moan.Porn stars, eat your heart out.Laila Barnes is here to steal the show.
When I crack an eye open, Arsen is breathing heavily.
“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” I pant.
He nods. “I want to see what you spent my money on. Give me a show, wife.”
I narrow my eyes, caught between the desire to plunge the dildo back inside me or fling it at his stupid head.
I sink down the shaft and try to lose myself in the sensation—try to forget Arsen is standing two feet away watching every second. But it’s impossible. Because even with my eyes closed, it’s his face I see in my mind.
I spread my legs wider, and thrust in deeper. I imagine him sliding between my legs, his tongue on my skin. Right now, if he ripped this dildo out of me and fucked me himself, I’d let him burn the entire trunk.
The closer I get to an orgasm, the more I want to see him.
When I can’t resist it another second, I open my eyes—only to find Arsen standing next to me, his cock clenched in his fist.
“Keep going,” he growls. “Don’t stop.”
“Or what?”
“What do you want from me,roza?” He says it like I’m a plague sent to destroy his house. Like he would do anything to make me disappear.
But when I look back at his face, his gaze is hungry. Fucking ravenous, actually. His hand moves faster and faster, pumping himself to the sight of me.
He takes a step closer to the bed. “Do you want me to touch you?”
Yes. More than anything. Please for the love of all that is good and right and just, touch me.
But I shake my head weakly. “That’s what the toy is for.”
His jaw clenches, and my petty little jab hit its mark, but I realize too late that my target has shifted. I don’t want to push Arsen away anymore.
I want to drag him closer.
“That’s the way you want to play it, littleroza?” His lips curl into a dark smile.
He pulls off his boxer briefs, and I kind of hate that he wasn’t kidding. Iamused to bigger.
My monster dildo has nothing on the beast between his legs. But instead of touching me, Arsen only touches himself.
It’s not all bad, though, right? I mean, he could’ve left the room. He could’ve walked away and abandoned me to finish—or not finish—on my own.
But he didn’t.
He stayed.
Maybe I can even convince myself that it’s because he couldn’t bear to leave.
I’m taking the dildo in deep, long strokes now, working it in and out at the speed of Arsen’s pumping. We’re defiantly far apart, but fully in sync, our eyes locked on each other as we move towards a mutual climax.
“So close,” I gasp, arching my back. “I’m s-so damn close.”
At the moment of truth, my gaze slides up to his face—his intense green eyes, the square of his jaw, the sharp cheekbones.
That’s all well and good. But it’s what I see deep in his eyes that pushes me over the edge. Just for a moment, the faintest hint of it, the tiniest perceptible glint…
