"Oh my god, you're hard again?" She giggles as she strokes your cock between two fingers, rubbing the slick results from your last orgasm into the head. "How do you get anything done with that thing between your legs?"

You moan as you meet her gaze. She's sneering and giggling tauntingly at your blush. As you moan, you feel her pick up the pace, grabbing your cock and rapidly pumping. You gasp and buck into her palm. 

"Oh my god?! And you're blushing? How is there any blood left for your poor brain?" she taunts, before pulling your throbbing cock forward past your legs and then releasing it to slap against your belly. The aching pleasure of it forces another series of involuntary thrusts out of you–uselessly humping the air. 

She laughs again relishing your desperation. "Poor desperate toy. You're twitching. You just came, and you're still twitching and rock hard. I thought maybe getting you to cum would clear your head enough to let you think of something other than getting off. Guess not, huh?" She laughs again. 

Your cheeks burn. She's right. The aching, impossible to ignore, need hasn't gone away. You're still hard. Still horny. 

"Well, you had your chance," she says casually, a cruel smile forming on her lips, "guess you're just stuck like this." 

You whine, high and pathetic, as a rush of adrenaline shoots through you. You need to get relief.

"I think I'll just leave you like this. I'm getting sleepy anyway." The cruel smile widens. "I'll just roll over, and you can tuck in next to me. You probably won't sleep much, but you can keep my ass warm with that aching cock. If you're really good, I might let you rut against it."

You whine again, embarrassed to hear the desperation in your own voice. "Please," you beg. "Please, I wanna cum so bad." 

"Awww, you already did, baby. I can't help it if you're too dumb and horny for it to have done any good."

Your cheeks burn. "Please. I'll be a good toy," you beg. You're not even thinking of what to say anymore. You're just letting the thoughts spill out unfiltered. "You can use me however you want. Fuck me stupid. Use my cock, my ass."

She laughs with genuine delight. "Such a desperate slut!" She trails her eyes over your body clearly savoring the sight. "I guess if you're that desperate I could let you touch yourself. You won't be good for much else as long as that's throbbing between your legs." She points at your cock. 

"Please, please, please," you whine again, this time with eager anticipation. "Please let me touch my slutty cock." Your eyes widen, shocked and embarrassed by your own words.

"Okay, I'll let you play with your cock, but you have to put on a good show for me, okay?"

You nod eagerly. 

"Good toy. I want you to put your legs up–hold them near your head–and play with yourself for me. Show me that cute little ass."

You shift down onto the bed, grabbing both legs with one arm, holding them up while pulling your cock between them. The pleasant ache of your cock being pulled forward, mixed with the burning awareness that she can see all of you, is enough to leave your cock dripping.

“Well, what are you waiting for, toy? Stroke.” 

You respond immediately, pumping your hand up and down your cock. Your cheeks burn knowing she's watching you, but it feels too good to stop. "Ohhhh, gods, yesss," you moan. 

"Ohhh, what a good pet," she giggles with clear delight. "And so vocal for me. Go on, tell me what's running through that slutty little head of yours."

"I.. I.." you stammer through the spikes of pleasure coursing through you. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me." You're babbling again the words flowing from you. "Please, I need you inside me. Fuck me till I'm dumb and empty."

"Well, that wouldn’t take long, would it?" she asks mockingly. She slinks towards you on the bed, drinking in your moans and quivering thighs. As she nears, she runs a finger down your thigh past your cock and rests her fingertip against your hole. She looks up and the hunger in her gaze is almost too much. You struggle not to look away.

She slides her finger inside pressing deep into you and, slowly, gently, curling her finger inside you as she continues to stare you down. 

You cry and babble, no longer tracking the words coming out of your mouth.

"Gooood toy," she coos, slipping a hand behind your head and weaving her fingers around your hair before gripping tightly.

You pump faster. Your world melting in increasing swells of pleasure. Your gasps of pleasure making your stream of babble even more incomprehensible.

"That's it," she growls, sliding another finger inside you while increasing the pace of her pumping.

You squeeze your legs against you, desperate to find something to steady yourself through the waves of pleasure. There’s a thick stream oozing from your cock. You break eye contact as your vision blurs. 

“Uh uh uh,” she chides firmly, shaking your head and directing your gaze back on her. “I want you focused right on me, toy.” She moves forward positioning her hips against your ass. You whine as you feel her fingers slip out of you. “So greedy and impatient,” she chides again.  

She smiles for a moment, staring you down, relishing your flush and your panting and the desperate moans still weakly pouring from your mouth between gasps. Then she slides into you. You almost yank your hair out of her grip as you spasm in pleasure. 

“Yes, please, please, please fuck me, ohhhhh,” you babble, hearing her laugh between her own moans. 

“That’s it, baby. Just let yourself go for me. Look me in the eye and show me how desperate you are for it.” 

You’re already teetering on the edge. Meeting her gaze is too much. A long desperate whine escapes your lips as you spill out over your hand. You clench around her, hearing her hiss in pleasure as she increases her pace. You feel her hand leave your head and push aside your legs. You must have lost your grip. You sink further onto the bed as she pulls you into her and increases her pace. It’s already more than you can take, and it’s building. You flail and grasp at the sheets as you feel her pump inside you. Your whine becomes a cry as she continues. She’s pressing your legs into you, leaning down over you as she continues to pump. You lose track of what’s happening.

Eventually she relents and slips out of you. Gently helping you stretch your legs out onto the bed, she shifts behind you and wraps her hands around you. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” she whispers in your ear. 

You snuggle into her, your breathing still a little heavy and ragged, “You’re amazing,” you coo in reply. “I love you.” 

She pulls you in close and kisses your hair. “I love you too. Sleep well, baby.”

You mean to say something more. To put into words how happy you are, but you drift off before the words come together.