Page 77 of About the Green

Her pussy is dripping and dripping and dripping, but I didn't aid her in lubricating this plug, so as it sits at her entrance, she doesn't know which way to turn.

"Vert," she says, her voice shaking. "Please, please, please."

She begs for what, I'm not sure.

For more?

For less?

Does she want to be more filled, or does she want to be released from the sensation? My guess is on the latter more than the former, but I pretend that I don't know what she's asking for.

Raising my foot, I take that choice from her, the heart of the plug pushing upward to meet the vibrating of the wand.

Her body goes limp as a second orgasm rolls through her. With tears rolling down her face, her eyes never leave mine. Even without being told, she knows that I need her eyes on me at all times.

Nina’s beautiful like this.

She’s always beautiful but right here, two orgasms down and bearing down for a third, I can’t take my eyes off of her.

I don’t give her the satisfaction of a third one, removing my boot and grabbing her by the waist. At the change in position, she wraps her arms around my neck. The restraints press against the back of my neck but I don’t mind it. Especially not when her hot cunt is leaving a messy trail of her over my fly. She’s desperate to get that orgasm that I denied her.

“Lookin’ for somethin’?” I ask when her frown deepens at my inhibition. She grinds on my pants once more, realizing that I’m not going to give her what she’s desperate for right now.

“Vert?”

“Doll?”

“I need you,” she blinks up at me with pleading, innocent eyes. “I need your big dick. Need it—”

I stop her begging with a few taps to the heart crystal that I know is gleaming proudly from her ass right now. She gasps, attempting to bear more weight down on the toy before I remove my hand. “I already plugged you up. Is that not enough?”

“No,” she pouts.

“Well, how much can a doll take? This is already a pretty big toy in your ass.”

Her smirk is well earned and too smug to not give her what she wants. But I need to hear her say it anyway.

“A doll can take everything,” she says dutifully, rubbing over my length again. She’s making a mess and she doesn’t care. Never did. Not when it’s getting her what she wants.

Her words do something to me and she knew they would.

Quickly, I unzip my pants and pull my dick out, wasting not a drop of the precum that’s sliding down my shaft. Stroking myself twice I notch the head at her entrance. “Show me how much, doll.”

She loosens her legs from around my waist to take my head.

Wide eyes grow hazy as she feels my head rub over where the plug in her ass is full with in her. “Breathe, baby,” I say, resisting the urge to pound into her immediately. Gritting my teeth, I continue sliding in deeper.

Her warm breath fans over my collarbones, tits pressed tight to my chest, and shaft being strangled by her snug heat. The feeling of the plug sliding against me is delicious and tempting but I have to take it slow.

“Vert, please,” she begs, her legs quivering around me as she tries to stay in place for me to finally, finally sit flush within her.

“I know, I know,” I say. “Need you to adjust first,” I murmur into her neck, leaving kisses and allowing her a break from the eye contact. Her head falls back when I bottom out and her clit rubs of my pubic bone and the hair there.

“A doll is ready. I’m—” she whimpers when I pull out only to thrust up hard. Her body bearing against my own when she slides back down the full length of me.

“Yes,” she cries, a thin sheen of sweat beginning to glisten along her curves. Running my tongue over her shoulder, I’m free to pump her more and more full of me. “Yes, please, I’m so close…” she whines.

My hands grab on to both her ass cheeks, spreading her open even farther so that the plug can move more freely as I thrust into her wet depths.