Too much
We use the toy, always. It’s not a competition, and it never has been because I know you won’t get off as intensely without me.
When you start to bring your hand away from your overstimulated clit, I push the rose toy back against the sensitive nub. Your body contracts beautiful, your clit fluttering around my cock as I bury it deep into you. Your nails scrape lightly against my abdomen as the obscene sound of skin and vibrations fill the air alongside your labored breathing and pitiful whines.
I can’t help but watch your titties bounce as my cock lands right at home, your body positioned on the edge of the bed with your pretty thick thighs loosely wrapped around my waist. Before I know it, you’re already cumming but I’ve only just begun. Even when your toes curl and your hips push against me, trying to slow my relenting pace I grab your hip and force you back, the toy still placed firmly on your clit as your squirt around me.
“It’s-“ you squirms, your voice barely audibly through your pants.
“Mhmm?” I asked, tauntingly, only speeding up to watch you babble more.
Instead you gasps, your nails only digging into my abdomen further.
“Use your words,” I breathe, unable to stop the prideful grin from forming.
You try again, managing the words as your cunt continued to flutter around my cock.
“To-too much,” you managed, head rolling back as your hand pressed flush against my stomach, as if to push me away and all I can do is laugh as I look down at your pathetic form.
“What do you mean it’s too much? Isn’t this what you wanted?”