Hide and Seek by Alyssa Brooks

She didn’t want to come yet. Not like this. She wanted to experience her release all at once…and in a huge way. She wanted to walk away from this bed satisfied. Not still longing for Maxim.
    â€œThe vibrator,” she told him. “Now.”
    â€œI thought you’d never ask.” Maxim retrieved his fingers, licked her arousal from his lips, and took the toy.
    Dipping back into her pussy with his forefinger, he retrieved some of her cream and spread the lubrication up and down the length of the toy, then positioned it at her entry.
    â€œI know you’re feeling needy right now, but I’m going to go slow. This is one big toy.” Without turning it on, he pressed the fake cock an inch inside her, and no more, driving her insane. She pushed against him, writhing and trying to gain more length.
    â€œNo,” she insisted. “Give it all to me. I can take it.”
    He lowered his head, gently kissing her mons and brushing his chin along her pubic hair. “Let me pleasure you, my queen. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
    Her heart squeezed tightly at the intimate action. Such consideration, such affection—from him—was not what she needed, not now, in this pinnacle moment; not ever.
    But what she wanted was another story.
    â€œOh God…”
    He inserted another fraction of the vibrator into her. Elisa was certain she’d go crazy, well aware that she was losing her grasp on her so-called dominance. Rapidly becoming putty in his hands.
    No!
    She had to, had to…do something…
    Hooking her toes into the side of the mattress, she reacted with what came naturally at the moment, and bucked against the rubber shaft, impaling herself with the vibrator.
    Her pussy stretched to accommodate the toy, her feminine muscles pulsing, drawing it deeper with every miniscule contraction. The ache in her womb, the need to be filled, was greater than she’d ever experienced.
    But thank God, she was back in control. Of herself. Of her body. Of Maxim.
    â€œFuck me with it.” She made her tone harsh, leaving no room for debate. “Or I’ll do it myself and you can sit and watch.”
    Maxim sucked in a sharp breath and stared at her bared mons, at the vibrator wedged between her legs, hunger in his eyes. Lowering his head, he placed a gentle kiss to her clit. “If you want me—”
    â€œNow!”
    â€œNope. I don’t think so. I want you to beg me, Elisa. Plead. Scream.” Shifting on his knees, he slowly rotated the handle in a circle, twisting the wide head in her tunnel. “Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll—”
    â€œDon’t play with me.” Reaching down, she seized the handle from his grasp. “I don’t need you, not at all.”
    Her threat was hollow. She couldn’t bear for him to abandon her now. But he didn’t know that.
    â€œOkay, okay…” He placed another gentle kiss to her pussy. “I’ll give you exactly what you want. If it’s fucked you want”—he rammed the vibrator into her, hard, lurching her body—“it’s fucked you’ll get.”
    Ripping the toy from her pussy, he completely withdrew it, then plunged it in again, spearing her with quick, forceful thrusts that rocked her body.
    Her desire already volatile, his forceful actions drove her into a fog of pleasure, and she was unable to think, much less control any damn thing, including herself. Or him.
    Maxim pressed the scooped tip so that it continuously, in steady rhythm, made contact with her G-spot. Then, without warning, he turned the toy on high power, and it vibrated inside of her, shaking her from the inside out.
    Slowing his plunges, he ground the toy deep, letting it rub and massage her G-spot as the clit stimulator worked the bundle of nerves, driving her to the brink so quickly, she almost wanted it to stop, though she couldn’t stand the thought.
    â€œLike that, my queen?