#maya x reader

You felt kisses on your cheek before your eyes opened. 

You let out a pleasant little hum while the kisses were peppered under your jaw, then that little spot on your neck that always made you-

You moan, blinking sleepily, as the blinds are opened and the California glow of morning rays cast across your room. 

You murmur and yawn, then blink again as a kiss lands on your nose. 

You squint in the light, and yeah you forgot to take your contacts out so it’s a little blurry but you can start to see a blob. 

“Good morning,” a familiar voice tells you, and you groan and try to roll over. 

“Maya, noooo, go back to bed, it’s Saturday, this is a crime.” You say only for Maya to roll you back onto your back, the weight of her straddling your hips now grounding you.

You turn to the side to look at the alarm clock and see about eight dozen tulips on your bedside table. And a cute little Easter basket with expensive chocolates and plastic. easter eggs. All of the presents don’t fit on the space, some on the ground next to your bed, you smile now. 

“Maya,” you grin and look at your favorite spring flower. Your wife reaches over and plucks a perfect honey yellow tulip.

She sticks it lovingly under your nose so you can smell spring. It’s a bright flower, not subtle like the scent, but gorgeous as most tulips are, the undertones of a smell greeting your senses, but it’s just sweet enough. 

Much like your intense wife, who’s smiling happily at you this morning. 

“You didn’t wake me up when you got in”, Maya says as you rub at your eyes. 

“You’d had that long meeting, and I was sure you’d taken an edible, so I just crawled in next to you.” You say, and Maya takes the tulip and gently starts to run it down your cheek. 

You close your eyes at the sensation, it’s so soft, so tender. 

“You know I was waiting for your call to pick you up, you should have woken me,” Maya says quieter than before, she too is feeling the hypnotic sensation of running the flower over your skin.

It tickles just enough, your eyelashes flutter, and Maya’s breathing slows. 

“I took a shower and just wanted to be next to you,” you admit, loving how warm Maya’s body is next to yours in the bed. You both became chronic cuddlers early in to the relationship. 

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, and you open one eye. 

“What could be better than flowers?” You tease, because truly it was the best. 

“I may have acquired a certain substance….” Maya’s mischievous look is confusing you, you don’t know if this is going to be bad. 

“Baby, I don’t want to do shrooms again. I hated Vegas.” You take a guess and she shakes her head. 

“It’s Ostara,” she wiggles her eyebrows, and you snort at her. 

“It’s what?”

Maya rolls her eyes and drops the tulip to stop distracting you both. 

“Spring Equinox, you know, Easter or whatever,” Maya’s the head of Marketing but her sales technique in this moment is lackluster. 

You shift to sit up on the pillows, loving how Maya was in her comfy pjs for a change. Always so put together for the world, but in your bedroom, she was so relaxed. Savoring domesticity with you more than even a designer label. 

“Baby, since when do you celebrate any of those things?” You question not knowing where this is going.

“Since it’s the time of year for new beginnings…and fertility.” Maya let’s the last word roll on her tongue. 

You stare at her for a moment in disbelief. 

“Maya, tell me you don’t have a vile of semen in your PJ’s, you brought me tulips and cum?” You laugh at the end not believing her but your wife doesn’t back down. 

“Take off your clothes, baby girl.” She says instead, moving off of your hips. 

You want to scoff at her, to tell her she’s nuts. There’s no way, but this was Maya Mason. She had more ties than the mafia. 

Your heart thuds a little faster in your chest, your wife gives you ‘that look,’ and you can’t resist. 

You scoot up the bed, into the sunlight. Watching the love of your life. 

Maya lies across the bed, balancing her elbow to keep her head up.Excited for the show. 

“What about you?” You say accusatively, not understanding her new spot on the warm spot you’d just slept in.

“I want to watch, nothing is as beautiful as the way the sunlight hits your skin…” Maya whispers into the soft morning like it’s a prayer. Like she does celebrate Ostara with the rest of the witches. 

Maybe she’s wished for you for so long, and now that you were here she’d thank every deity that led you into her arms. 

Maybe for you, Maya was a believer. 

You try not to get choked up at the dazed adoration from the most gorgeous woman in the world. 

Instead, you slowly take off your soft cotton shirt. 

The rays from the window kiss your shoulder blades as if you were a child of Icarus. And Maya swears she can see the warm wings sprout out of your back. 

You push your hair over your shoulder, and the light saves you from the inside out. Your nipples harden not from the temperature change, but the way Maya’s hunger ignites you. 

Your skin has goosebumps, and she hasn’t even touched you yet. 

“Beautiful,” Maya says, it’s so simple, such a pebian compliment. A boy going to prom would use the same term. 

But the way Maya’s baby blues were looking at you, you felt like you were. 

For once in your life, you really believed it. 

Maya inhales and moves closer, like two magnets; it’s hard to stay away. You lift off the bed and take off the boy shorts.

Showing your naked body for her and sun now, many Saturdays were spent this way with Maya. 

She’d take her fingertips and trail them over your spine as you were in that gorgeous space between an afternoon nap and post sex high. 

Where you were in your body so completely. 

Maya’s aching to touch, her tongue licks at her dry bottom lip, hoping she could taste you. Ready to pay respect to the altar of you.

You swallow the emotions, and Maya’s first touch is just under your belly button, it tickles and you twitch. 

But Maya doesn’t mind, she leans forward and kisses your womb, it feels like a promise. 

You shudder again, as Maya’s mouth kisses a trail down from your belly to your pubic hair. She gets lost in the little forest, her nose nudging. Lips enjoying the coarseness in contrast to your soft skin, Maya’s happy to die in these weeds. 

You scent in home to her now, she couldn’t cum without you, without your taste and smell. 

Her hands press against the supple sides of your ribs, as your legs open and you lay back, upside down on the bed now. 

Knees bending as Maya needs a taste, you’d been gone for fourty six hours, and the beast inside your wife needed feeding. 

Maya’s tongue isn’t hesitant, isn’t careful or calculated; she’s hungry. 

Her wet muscle goes flat and laps from your entrance up your clit, and you jerk at the intensity of it.

No foreplay, just needs and desires being met with equal fever. 

Maya sucks on your clit for a few minutes, letting her tongue push the hood back and then lapping under your bud. You gushed against her chin, making a mess of her meal, but the older woman's response was grunting in desire, which only made you both needier. 

Sticking her tongue inside of you hard your heels push against the bed. 

Then Maya pulled back, wetness shining on her face. With no interest in wiping away the evidence of what your wife could do to you. 

“Maya-baby I, I neeed it,” You whine and Maya moves off the bed, quickly stripping of everything. She moved out of the room and you miss her instantly. “Maya!?”” You shout. 

She comes back in very quickly, with a strap on, a tube and a plunger in her right hand, and a mason jar in her left. 

You clock the dildo first protruding from her favorite designer leather strap (custom-made). 

But the jar is throwing you, it’s mily white substance moves with the gravity Maya swishes it around. 

It’s full, what is a Mason Jar in ounces? Is that 32 ounces of spunk?

“Maya?” You say not able to look away from the white cum in the jar. 

“We picked him out, remember?” She says, not losing a bit of her confident stance. 

“Yeah, but how did you get that much-wait where were you keeping it? Doesn’t it need to be like at a certain temp or-”

“Baby girl, when will you learn that money buys you anything?” She says and walks over to her side table, putting a little too much weight on setting down the jar. 

You can’t stop looking at it. That was a lot of sperm….

“Fertility,” you croak out not realizing you’d said it out loud. 

Maya just giggled and opened a drawer to bring out lube. 

“Yeah, baby, happy Ostara.” Your wife repeated and lubed up the seven-inch silicone in between her legs. 

“Maya, that’s an orgy-sized amount of cum,” you said seriously, but Maya laughed proudly.

“We’re getting you pregnant, you know Daddy doesn’t do anything half-assed.” She says, and you blink stupidly. 

Maya strokes the lube over her cock and then puts both knees on the bed, crawilng in between your legs now.

She yanks you by the inside of your knees so that you lay flat. 

You yelp at the action but you both laugh after. 

“Who knew you had such a cum kink?” Maya tells you then bends down and kisses your lips. Not giving a fuck about morning breath, she’s stupid in love. 

You break the kiss and squawk; “Me? Look at the size of that thing!” You point looking back at the jar.

Maya grabs your jaw and turns your face to her, you moan at the jealous action. 

“Stop looking at the jar, look at your wife who’s going to push it all inside of you.” Maya’s voice is lower; it rumbles in her diaphragm. Your mouth falls open, and she lifts your legs even more. You obediently hold your legs so that you’re in the perfect…breeding position. 

“That’s my girl, you look so good for me. All open and wet,” Maya tells you that crudely spits between your bodies, it lands on your clit and you shiver. 

“Oh, I know you like when I treat you like Daddy’s little cum slut. Today we put validity to that title, huh sweet girl? Your body ready to take all that cum?” The powerful older woman asks and you shake your head. 

“No? You think you can tell me no?” Her voice darkens, knowing ‘no’ isn’t the safeword. 

You whine pornographically and bend to touch more of her body.

“Stay still slut, I didn’t say you could move. Daddy needs you to open your womb up, let’s see if you can do that for me?” Your wife looks between your bodies, and you know what this means. 

Maya had such deliciously dirty kinks, fuck each one made you wetter. 

She wanted to ‘check’ and damn it if you didn’t want her to now.

You kept your knees up and bent, but used your hands to open your labia more, your opening gaping and closing, wishing Maya would fill you already. 

“Look how empty you are, Daddy can’t have that. Fuck babygirl, you look so pretty and pink.” Maya spat again on your cunt and your hole tried to open to get more. 

“Daddy again,” you say and you hear an evil chuckle. 

Maya leans down to your pussy more, her thumb pushing your clit up rudely making you quiver. 

Then she spit square on your hole, getting inside like the cum would in only a moment. 

You spasm, pre orgasm racking through you, Maya grabs your throat and squeezes hard. 

“No, no, you don’t get to cum yet. Don’t behave like a dumb cunt or I’ll push all the cum in your asshole instead. Leave your pussy swollen and untouched. You wouldn’t like me to go get two jars of cum would you?” Maya sets you up for it. 

You twist and writhe at the idea, and she laughs again. 

“You would like that? You want Daddy to humiliate you by telling you how bad you are, not even worth all that seed in your cunt. I suppose that could be arranged, but remember, for every jar that goes in your ass, two go in your cunt. You know I don’t even think I’ll stop when you’re pregnant.” Maya tells you and your whining and humping at the air like you're deranged. 

The spit cold on your hot cunt now, as it drips down your pussy. 

“Daddy I’ll be so good! PLEASEE PLESE! I NEED YOU!” You shout loud and pathetic, but you do need it. Your face turning deeper shade of red from the choking and screaming. 

“Pregnant and full, sitting on my strap, begging for more.” She tells you and you can see it so cearly.

Maya shakes her head pretending to be disappointed, she releases your throat and you instantly miss it. 

“If you cum in under a minute, I’ll use the whole jar today. And if you cum without permission, I’ll have you cock warm as I keep pushing my seed into your womb. No orgasming for you, understood?” Maya tells you and you nod, she grabs your bottom lip and wrenches it forward. 

“Words, my pretty whore.” She tells you and as you open your mouth to say it, your cruel top pushes three fingers into your mouth, making you gag as she fucks your throat. 

You get out jumbled syllables, but no actual words. 

“I can’t hear you? Are you a dumb baby now?” Maya says, the plunger to her left, but her dildo with the tube in it leaks it’s first drop onto the mattress.

You see it and Maya looks down to see it too.

Big mistake.

“Do you not like Daddy’s gift?” Her tone is mocking. 

You cry out and Maya moves her fingers out of your mouth and sits back on her heels. 

You reach out to grab her hips, to try and stop her, but she bats you away easily. 

“You sloppy little cum whore, look at that, you wasted a drop. You know better than that, hasn’t Daddy taught you better than that?” Her voice could bring anyone in Hollywood to tears, but it had a somewhat different effect on your body. 

Still, the tears fell, and you tried to beg for forgiveness. 

“No, Daddy I love it! Maya please, breed me! Please please! Fuck I’ll be good, I swear! I’ll wear that plug you like with the tail-I’ll-” you stutter out trying to get her to forgive you. 

Maya’s loving this too much. Her long hair tickles at your shoulders.

“You know it’s rude to give back a gift, and Daddy got you spring in a jar here.” She says reaching over she pops the top off an puts her finger in the semen, it’s gooey and moves around her hold. 

But she takes a bit of it and pushes it over your cheek like it’s finger painting.

“Maya fuck!” You gasp, your nipples tighten in ache, so turned on by the humiliation. Just like your wife accounted for, she acts bored and closes the top of the jar.

You are a slobery mess and you push your trembling body forward to get Maya back. 

“No, no, come and sit on my dick. You wasted a drop, you need to be punished.” Maya’s loving her game, she looks over to the tulips. Clocking the yellow plastic easter egg, with a fun idea. 

Maya moves to the bed, pushing the pillows up, then sitting down, moving the syringe to her side, one hand holds the plastic egg; she slaps her thigh, a ‘get on’ motion. 

You are already having a hard time moving, but you crawl on your hands and knees over to her, it’s a little humiliating.

But Maya leans forward enough to slap your ass.

“Stick it in the air when you crawl to Daddy.” She instructs and you do so, sticking your round ass cheeks up further in the air. 

Like a dog you wag back and forth, your labia glistening in the morning light. 

Your face down on the soft sheets that would soon be ruined.

Then you crawl to her lap.

When you lift yourself with the help of the headboard. You're on your knees as you straddle Maya, the silicone rosy tip hits your pubes, a bit of cum globbing to your hair.

But you steady yourself above Maya, ready for the next direction.

Maya likes the white seed in your pubic hair, she makes a decision to see if she can get more cum doordashed while she’s still inside of you. Or maybe she’d call her stupid personal assistant to pick it up. 

Either way, Maya wanted to coat your body in it, then she’d squirt in your mouth, this was better than Christmas. 

You’d be round and fat, tits leaking for her in no time. Maya couldn’t wait to taste you when you were extra sweet. To show you off for award season, oh yeah. 

You were shaky as you steadied yourself.

“Such a good girl, open your mouth,” your wife tells you and you do, without question.

Your head already turning mushy from the submissive endorphin rush. 

Your high is clear to your older dom, who is high on the rush herself. 

You open wide, tongue sticking out obediently. 

Maya spits on your tongue and you twitch at the sensation, the feeling of it on your tongue.

Then she places the plastic egg in your mouth, it’s awkward and hard to hold. 

“You break the plastic open, I’ll ride your face, then leak the cum onto your pretty cheeks. You’ll have all my seed on you, running down your chin. Such a dirty girl. Then we’ll start all over again, got it?” Maya told you the new rules and you quivered. 

You nod dumbly, tears rolling now, you’re in heaven.

Maya lines up the strap to your entrance, rolling her thumb around your clit to see you drip onto her shaft.

You're going to lose. 

As if Maya already knew that she looks up at your eyes again. 

“Oh and don’t forget, you cum without permission…” She says again, this time reaching over her acrylic nail taps on the top of the semen jar. 

You nod up and down really fast, then Maya grins. 

“Good, as long as you understand.” She tells you, then grabs your hips and pushes you down onto her shaft. 

The stretch is glorious, the heat from the semen, the silicone pushes further than you thought possible. It’s like you’re torn open for Daddy.

You’re already so full when you feel something leak inside of you.

God, you wondered if your tummy would bulge from all of it.

It’s just as Maya pulls out and pushes back in that she touches your cervix. 

You moan. 

*Pop*

Oh, what fresh Hell. The power of your jaw opens the egg instantly. 

Maya grins. This weekend was going to be very long. 

You curse at yourself.

Fuck Ostara.

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You've started to recognize her bedroom better than your own.

You've been in it a million times by now; have lost count how many times she's pushed you onto her bed or used her foot to get you down onto your knees. All those mornings and nights and late afternoons you've woken up twisted in her thousand thread count sheets with a dull ache between your legs and a hunger gnawing in the pit of your heart.

She's always been one to left you wanting more of her; never satisfied enough to stop coming around or accept her invitation to come over. And why would you? Why would you give up any extra seconds, minutes, hours and even, days with Maya Mason? You'd be a fucking fool if you ever turned her down.

And not like she would let you say no either.

She went off somewhere, mumbled something under her breath as she grabbed her purse and her phone and left you to your own devices in her room. That was fine, you didn't need to be babied by her. At least, not yet.

You pace around her room and take it all in; take her all in through a material lens. All the things she's been able to buy and obtain with her money; loads of it. She likes to live lavish and loud and show off who she is on the inside out. It's so painfully Maya that it feels like she's in the room with you even now.

You help yourself to picking up her jewelry and holding it against your neck; uncapping a perfume bottle to smell that all-familiar and sometimes overwhelming, suffocating signature scent that is Maya Mason. When she stands too close to you in a meeting or bends slightly at your desk beside you to peer at your computer screen, that's when you pick up on how she smells. You've associated it with her now and here it is, in liquid form in a very expensive and very heavy glass bottle. You push the cap back on and very carefully put it back to its rightful place among her things.

The same dresser, maybe two drawers down is slightly ajar in an odd angle. You try to shake it open and feel that it's not sitting on the track properly. Maybe she had been in a rush this morning getting dressed; trying to slam an overstuffed drawer shut. You jimmy it left and right and left until it moves and you can open it a little more towards you.

Maya is there again. Inside of the drawer. All too familiar and right in your face. Thrown in haphazardly from possibly the last time she took it out from its spot; pulled it up over her legs and hips and watched with a hungry look on her face as you, traced the stretch marks on her skin with your eyes. She had turned halfway to grab her toy. No. Her cock. She made sure that you knew it was her. Not a toy, not a piece of silicone. Her. Maya Mason in the fucking flesh as she secured it gingerly around the o-ring and stood with such power it made you weak in the knees and got your legs to bend.

That was then, this is now. Her legs aren't slipped through the straps and her cock isn't placed between her. She's left it here and most likely, didn't expect you to nosy around and find it.

Her loss.

You grab it like there's some sort of timer that will go off if you don't in time. You pull and shimmy your pants down as quickly as you can to pull the harness up and over your legs and hips and secure her cock between your own legs. You feel dizzy as you make your way over to her bed; shedding more articles of clothing as you move along until you flop onto her bed completely naked with just your underwear on underneath the harness.

You lay yourself down onto her bed; your back to the soft sheets and you look down between your legs at her erect cock. As you bite your lip, your brain tells you to move in a different direction with this new sense of desire. You grab the base and pull her cock out from the o-ring and hold it in your hand; turning it left and right and wonder how many times it's been inside of you now.

In, what Maya likes to whisper as she's bent over your back and fucking you from behind, that perfect pussy of yours that belongs to her and only her.

You swallow hard, look around, and move your left hand to pull your underwear to its side for easier access without having to take the entire harness off. You hold it there so you can, without much thought, guide her cock towards yourself just like you've done a million times on your own with your own toys. None of this is new; masturbating while laying back onto a bed.

This was routine until Maya came into your life and you no longer had to do much solo fucking anymore.

But this? Right now, as you tease your entrance with the shaft side of her cock against your folds and up to your clit and back down again, had been the first solo fuck in a long, long time.

Your eyes close as you sink into her bed; allow yourself to relax and picture her above you. It's the easiest thing in the world to do; you've mesmerized her by heart. The way her hair always hangs down over her shoulder or into her face; either loose or braided. Her nails scrapping and scratching and clawing at your skin on your shoulders and arms; the top of your thighs and under your calves and always without a doubt, at your hips and ass cheeks. Sometimes she's partially clothed in just a bra and underwear but sometimes she keeps whatever she wore that day to work to fuck you in.

That's where you always fold hard.

Outfits she put so much time and effort to get dressed in earlier that day become, to a point, ruined by you and her as she keeps them on to fuck you stupid. And that goddamn chain and lock around her neck never, if ever, comes off when she fucks you.

You've felt it hit against almost every inch of skin by now.

You've even watched her with a gagged mouth as she pressed the cold metal of the lock purposefully against your clit and watched you squirm from the sensation which, very quickly, melted your brain and made you come all over her manicured fingers.

The smile she gave you then almost caused you to pass out.

"So, you found Mommy's dick, huh?"

Your blood runs cold as your hand grinds to a halt; no longer pumping Maya inside of you. You clench around it as if that would make any different of being caught red handed with her cock deep inside of yourself; fucking to her on her bed. Masturbating to the thought of her with her harness on, her sex.

You choke back a whimper as your eyes slowly open and see her literally kneeling by her bed right beside of you with her eyes focused between your legs as if she can see right through your skin at how deep you've got her cock in your painfully clenching, wet pussy.

"...Maya..."

She shakes her head but doesn't drag her eyes away as she watches your now shaking hand. She can tell you want to keep going; impatient with the need to fuck yourself longer, harder, deeper.

At that moment you think her hand is coming up to wrap around your neck and choke you; put you in your place for being a bad girl. But you're wrong, painfully wrong as she pulls back her fingers except her pointer and middle and hook it ever so gently under your chin to make you look at her upside down.

Her gaze flickers away from your hand and down to your face; smiling with a grin that makes you move your hand with one solid motion to pump her cock inside of you once more. You don't even care if she noticed or saw; the edge building is too much to bear to just lay still.

"Sweetheart, you're doing it all wrong...you know, I could do it so much better."

The tips of her fingers press hard into your chin as you let a muffled moan escape your barely parted lips. Your hand falls away but her cock remains inside of you. You feel frozen, unable to make a move as you lay there helpless with her now up on her feet and circling as she quickly sheds her clothes.

When the fuck did she get another harness? Is the first thought that pops into your head as you stare at her sideways. It's identical to the one still around your hips. The o-ring remains empty. A singular disgusting thought plants into your head.

"Oh, don't you worry, I am going to do it much better than whatever the fuck you were trying to do...bet you didn't even get deep enough...not as deep like when I fuck you..."

She's crawling onto her bed now and over to you and that hand with those goddamn nails forcefully grab her cock and pull it right out of you. You feel a pang between your legs of emptiness and wetness; seeping out and the embarrassing clench around nothing.

"I...want you to fill me up again...please..."

That little whisper under your breath only makes her jeer at you; pompous and self-righteous. It's the same look she gives to clients and coworkers at work. Looking down at you like you're just a speck on Hollywood Boulevard. You're nothing to her and will never be anything to her.

And now she's got you under her thumb and begging.

it's just how she's always wanted you.

You watch in almost silence, heavy, ragged breaths of anticipation filling her room from your mouth, as she secures her cock into her o-ring this time. There's no foreplay; no means of going about feeling you up or petting or kissing you. She disregards you and any needs you may have to turn yourself on before she thrusts her cock deep into you without any remorse.

And that's exactly what Maya Mason does.

Hands and arms hooked under your legs to pull you right up to her so she has the easiest means of access to enter you. One shot and she's in; her cock already slick from seconds before. She grits her teeth and shows them to you as you don't fucking dare look away from her face.

You want to feel bad for what you've done. You want her to know that yes, she is doing a better job fucking you than you ever could on your own.

You're useless, you're pathetic. You're...

"Please...please, Maya...callmepathetic..."

You whimper louder on the border of crying as you twist and arch your back to try and feel her deeper; wishing she'd split you in two as she rams into you over and over again. She's laughing through her clenched teeth and pushes out her breath through her nostrils.

She's sick of you and all the stupid little games you like to play with her. Whiny and bratty and begging so fucking helplessly she wonders how the fuck you even managed to get this far.

And it's all thanks to her and the way she fucks you and plays with you and makes you realize time and time again that there could be no one else after her.

It'll only be Maya Mason; could only be Maya Mason.

"Call you...pathetic? Honey, you're...fucking pitiful...fuck, look at you with your legs open and begging for my cock..."

She scoffs and you moan in response but she just keeps fucking going as she pushes you deeper and harder into her mattress.

"...You thought you'd be able...to do a better job? Fuck yourself on my cock without...me? You're fucking stupid...aren't you? So fucking dumb...from being fucked like a little slut...by me...over and over and..."

You cut her off with how loud your moans are getting. Face turned painfully to the side; you moan and whimper and cry into her sheets and feel the raw, burning sensation deep inside of you.

You're so

fucking

close.

Swallowing hard, your hands creep down to grab at her sheets as you use whatever energy you have left to tighten your legs around her hips and hold her close.

All that gold of her jewelry hits your eyes with a glint; the lock bouncing against her chest with each thrust. She looks like something out of a dream, a movie. Too big and too real and nothing like the big stars you've seen on screen.

She's bigger than that, realer than that.

She's fucking you so hard you're starting to slip until she breaks you.

"That's it, Sweet Thing, you got this...you got this...just let go...just come for me...you've been trying all night to come...all...over my cock, haven't you?"

She reels you back in as your back arches one more time; eyes open and peering at her as you allow yourself to relax.

She gasps loudly as if she can really feel you come on her cock; can feel that warmth and wet against her skin. You're picturing her head twitching deep up inside of you and your cheeks flush.

Sweat and cum coat your skin and you know she can see that all over you; glistening and shiny as you try to fall from your orgasm. She's still rocking her hips; wanting you to feel completely numb. Clit useless to any sort of touch; overstimulated and swollen. Your labia puffed out and tender; coated with your slick and lubricated completely around.

You feel her hands move up your legs and thighs; tugging down hard on the harness around your hips. You moan in response and feel your clit achingly pulse. She's still fucking toying with you even after all of that.

You deserve it, you know that you do.

You deserve it, as she rakes her nails up your abdomen to grab and grope from the underside of your tits. Your nipples stiffen a little harder and your breath gets caught in your mouth. She uses those goddamn fucking nails of hers to rub over your nipples and make you, coat her cock once more.

You think she's going to keep going; keep pleasuring you but the second her words fill the small gap between you both, your blood turns cold and a new wave of desire courses through your veins.

"If you ever touch my things again...use my cock to fuck yourself...oh, Sweetheart...Mommy is going to split you in two...and I'll actually make you beg me for it until you're a whimpering, moaning fucking mess...useless on my bed and fucking yourself down into my mattress as you hope and beg and pray for me to put my cock inside of you...inside of your perfect pussy that belongs to me. Always will, belong to me...got it?"