Page 77 of Beautiful Chaos
Each time he pushes the cock back inside, he goes a little deeper, working me up to its full progressive girth.
“Fuck,” he mutters appreciatively.
I’ve kept my eyes closed, but I wish I could see what he sees.
He slips his slick hand between my body and the wedge, tracing the position of the dildo through my belly.
He grips the dildo’s balls, maybe, and starts fucking me with it again. He whistles through his teeth as he presses into my belly.
“I can feel it move.”
No shit. “So can I.”
“I need to see it,” he says, his voice ragged.
In seconds, my wrists and ankles are freed and I’ve been flipped to my back, the sex wedge tossed to the side.
He adjusts the angle, somehow going that much farther inside me. I groan, and his eyes greedily take in my belly as he gently, carefully slides the dildo out, then pushes it back in.
“How are you taking this? It looks like it could burst through your abdomen.” He brings his brows together. “Is this still feeling good to you?”
Yes. I’m so full.
Used.
His.
I gesture to my stiff cock. “As you can?—”
His hand goes to my throat, cutting off my words.
“How about now?”
I nod, gripping his thick arm as I let my head loll back. Another orgasm thunders through me, and he chuckles.
“I love making you dry-fire,” he growls, releasing my neck and leaning in to gently suck my poor, overworked cock.
“Bastard,” I hiss, my throat raw from screaming and being choked.
He slowly, painfully, removes the dildo. Jesus. I can’t believe I fit all that inside me.
“Genius,” I whisper.
He’s gentle as he walks me to the bathroom and cleans up me and our toys.
We get under the covers and he lies on his back, tugging me to his side.
I sleep like the dead.
18
OAKLEY
The absolute darkof Silas’s bedroom has given me the best nights of sleep in my life. I like the sun, I like rising with the sun, but there’s just something about a dark room.
My phone buzzes, and Sy shifts against me, little spoon-style.
It’s not Wimberley’s buzz pattern.
