Wanted this
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CRICKET “RICKI’ DANVERS
I shook with feverish intensity the closer I got to his door. His words that afternoon had jolted me but I was over the shock and now all I wanted was his hands on my body. Touching me. Cursing me.
The dress I wore was simple enough not to arouse suspicion but what was hidden underneath could easily make any man mental. My heart raced with mad intensity as I reached the door. I remembered what he had said and knocked twice and then waited.
The door opened and I rushed in from fear of getting caught. He was dressed in a red garment that made him look like a sexy vampire ready to suck the life out of me by placing deadly fangs against the nape of my neck.
I stumbled deeper into the room trying to distract myself. His eyes stayed on me even as he locked the door. I felt heat emitting from my body at the way he was looking at me.
“Grealish—” I stuttered, my brain struggling to construct a decent chain of thought.
He held his finger to his lip making me swallow whatever it was I was about to say. I shook with anticipation as he approached me like a predator stalking its prey.
“You wanted this, right?” His eyes were dark and merciless.
I didn’t know why I was trembling and my inability to point out the cause of my unease didn’t make it any better. My instinctive ability for survival made me want to run but my legs were shaking badly to support the motion.
“What’s wrong?” He asked in a mocking tone. “Are you scared?”
I shook my head defiantly unable to speak a lie for fear that he might destroy me. His hands slowly unfixed the buttons of my dress and the fabric slid to the floor. The trembling in my body intensified.
He studied the sexy lingerie for a moment holding me down with his eyes. I tried to fight the pull but I knew it was a losing game. His hands traced the smooth lines of my body and cupped my t**s in one delibrate practiced move.
“Shit.” I bit hard against a moan. Don’t let him dominate you. Dont…
Both his thumbs circled my n*****s through the thin fabric. His eyes focused on my t**s were clouded but I could tell he was enjoying what he was doing to me. I tried to hold back my reactions to a minimum but my body betrayed me.
He manuevered through my body as if he owned it. His hands did things to me that I didn’t believe were possible. One thing was obvious to me. He hands were made for s****l torment.
He picked me up easily without warning and dropped me on the bed. I moved away from him but he was on me, pinning me down with his hands linking with mine. My chest heaved as my breath came out in slow heavy gasps. He lowered his mouth and bit my lips, a taunting move that made my body burn with desire.
It troubled me how he was turning me on so easily and in so many different ways. It wasn’t normal. It didn’t feel normal. I suspected witchcraft.
“Greal—” He bit my lip once again.
I stretched in an attempt to steal a kiss but he edged away just before our lips made contact. He smirked, making it obvious how much he was relishing this.
“This is evil.” I cried out.
He smirked some more. “Is it? Well, you started this.”
“f**k you.” I moaned as his hardness crushed against my thigh.
His smile was an equal dose of mock and seduction. "f**k me already." I begged, my body crushing under the unbearable pressure of lust.
He regarded me but made no move to put me out of my misery. The pressure on my chest slid down to my coochie.
"I'm so wet." I said to myself unable to behind how turned on I was by his torture.
"What was that?" He asked.
I couldn't be sure if he heard me or not so I repeated myself. "I said I'm so wet."
"Show me." His mocking tone had an edge to it.
I met his eyes and flinched. My hand moved low and slid into my panties. I swiped at my coochie and showed him my sticky fingers.
He held my hand and licked each finger. His tongue teased me sending vibrations from my finger tips to every nerve in body.
I didn't want to moan but the sound coming from deep within me sounded like a strained animal struggling to get free. Don't moan!
"Tastes perfect." He said as he let go of the last finger.
I watched, frozen, as he lowered his head to my coochie. He peeled off my panties and went straight for my c******s without warning.
My body jerked violently and the moan I'd been fighting hard to hold in came out in a loud burst.
"f**k!" I cried. "f**k. It's so f*****g goodddddd—"
His lips and tongue pressed against my c******s and I knew he wasn't going to stop until he succeeded in killing me.
I clawed at the sheets, moaning deeply, his tongue sliding down to my juicy coochie. His tongue reached its destination and my back arched upon impact. It felt like something massive exploded within me.
I tried to squirm away from his mouth and its brutal attack on my innocent coochie but he grabbed my thighs and held me in place with savage strength.
The assault stopped. "You've been a bad girl." He said and without waiting for a response he resumed the tongue slaughter.
"You've been a very, very bad girl."
The interruption did nothing to lessen the intensity of what he was doing to me. My body shook especially my thighs and feet. My toes curled up as I braced for the first wave of release.
"s**t!" Hot tears pooled around my eyes. My body convulsed violently as he lapped hungrily at my c*m.
My moans were now sobs. It was too much for me. "I—I can't. I can't take it any longer."
It was either he f****d me now and put me out of my misery mercifully or continued what he was doing until I evaporated into dust.
He ate my coochie so good my body felt like it was about to self destruct.
"f**k me." I cried weakly.
He stopped putting an end to the apocalypse my body had endured so far. The look in his eyes spoke volumes. He knew what he had done, what he was doing, and what he was going to do.
He flipped me around easily raising my ass. "Bad girls get spanked."
His hand came down hard on my left cheek. I yelped to the surge that passed through the hit.
"Do it again."
He granted my request with a harder hit. And then another. I could imagine my ass turning a deep red and I liked it.
He slipped out his c**k and found my wetness with a well timed backshot. I reeled forward, my t**s jiggled to his quick thrust.
"Oh shit." I moaned as he f****d me doggy style.
PAIGE
What the f**k was he thinking letting his mom stay in my house?!
The waves crashed against the sides of the yacht as I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind from the chaotic thoughts that swirled within. One minute I had been turned on like crazy but now I was pissed off like crazy.
Ignoring the persistent buzz of my phone, I made a firm decision. It was time to end things with Stanley. It no longer made sense to go through his bullshit no matter how in love I was with him.
If I was being real with myself then I have to admit the love that once enveloped us had dissipated, leaving only bitterness and resentment in its wake. It was time to set us both free from this suffocating connection. I can't put up with his momma's boy act. It's not sweet anymore.
Switching off my phone, I decided to take a walk around the yacht, checking on the staff and making sure everything was running smoothly. Being in charge had its perks, but today, I needed the distraction more than ever. I still hadn't gotten word if Mrs. Estelle was going to join us on the cruise or meet up at the island. The silence bothered me but I had to keep a tough exterior for her daughters.
As I made my way through the rooms, engaging in small conversations with the crew, I couldn't help but notice a lightness in my steps. The weight of my failing relationship lifting off my shoulders with every passing interaction. I relished in the present as a momentary escape from my own troubles.
Finally, I decided to check on Stormie and then Cricket.
Cricket wasn't in her room and I decided it would be weird searching for her. I made my way to Stormie's room. She answered on my second knock.
"Oh! It's you." Her voice was filled with a dreamy essence. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought she had a man inside with her.
The way she acted and she kept the door opened by a slit made me realize I must be right. What if she's fallen for Grealish's games. He could be in her bed right now.
"Mind if I come in for a minute?" I asked casually. "There's something I want us to talk about."
She hesitated. "I think this is a wrong time. How about I find you later—"
I rode her back into the room and stepped around her. She protested but I ignored her and looked around. It became evident soon she was alone. A device vibrated on the bed and I noticed with mortification it was a vibrator with a weird shape.
"I—I uhm," The words refused to form from the strong feeling of guilt washing through me.
"Nice going." She sighed.
She was naked wrapped in sheets. It became obvious what I had walked in. s**t. This can't be happening.
"I'm sorry." I managed to say without looking at her.
I could imagine her face having a vicious look of hate. What was I thinking barging in on her? Grealish. This is his fault. I thought he was —s**t.
"Can you just—go." Her voice was mean.
I turned but then realized there was a way to make this less awkward.
I sat on the bed and picked up the vibrator. It was pink with a sleek almost perfect design. A long tail was hanging from on end.
"How does it work?" The voice sounded like it had come from another person but I knew it was mine.
"Huh?"
"I want to know how this works." I said.
Stormie stepped forward hesitantly. She studied me for a moment and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"Look I'm f*****g stressed out. We're in the middle of the ocean sailing to only God knows where. I'd jump into the f*****g water if I don't get a release soon."
I couldn't believe I'd said that and neither could she. The shock melted from her expression and her eyes softened as she moved to my side.
"It's a G-spot vibrator. You'll notice it's not shaped like a dick." She said pointing out the design. "It goes in."
"Oh, really?" I wasn't expecting that.
"Yes. Really." She took it from my loose grip. "Here. I'll show you."
I stopped her. "Use it on me instead."
"Are you sure?"
I wasn't sure but then I wasn't sure about anything in my life anymore so I said, "Yes. Yes, I'm sure."
I slid off my trousers and my panties then laid back without a word.
"Impressive." She commented. "That's neat. You have to give me the number for your spa."
Her finger slid along my p***y and I jerked upright. "I have to get you wet enough first." She said.
"Oh, alright."
It felt right I had to be aroused and slippery enough down there to insert the vibrator.
Her fingers were sleek and long as they moved along my p***y walls, massaging the outer regions.
I could feel my body coming alive slowly; slowly like a spark turning into flames.
"That's more like it." She said approvingly.
I wanted her to continue what she was doing but it stopped. "Raise this leg. Now the other one too. Yes, good."
The device was inside me now. I could barely feel it there.
"What now?" I asked feeling a little nervous.
"Now," She said with a hint of mischief. "Try not to ruin my sheets."
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