I glared up at him. Then turned back to Maura.
C’mon, c’mon, you b***h! I thought. Give it up! c*m! The dildo split Maura’s snatch, the vibrations doing their own number on that pink center of frustration and reward. At one point I must have changed the angle slightly, somehow brought the dildo closer to the clit, because Maura cried out “Yes! Yes!” grabbed the dildo and pulled it and me upwards, closer to her stomach, trying to direct everything to that one spot. She didn’t get much of a chance though; Gerard slapped away her hand, then kneeled on the floor, grabbed her wrists and pulled them beyond her head, crossing them and keeping both immobile in his own.
“No, no!” she yelled. “Let me c*m! Let me c*m!”
Gerard leaned down over her. “When I tell you, bitch.”
“Please, please!”
“Shu
