I started riding him hard, hips grinding down, the nub on my clit and the egg vibrating in tandem as I activated it myself first—low, teasing pulses that made my walls flutter.
"Now you," I gasped, and he thumbed the remote, ramping the egg to medium. Pleasure exploded in my core, sharp and insistent, syncing with the strap-on's throb in his ass. I fucked him harder, bouncing on the dildo, my ass slapping his thighs. His free hand roamed to my breasts, pinching my nipples roughly, rolling them between callused fingers until I arched back.
"Worship me, Herick. No one is better than me, right?"
"Yes... Your Majesty... no one is better than you..."
"Harder, Herick—make me feel it." He cranked the egg higher, the vibrations rattling my bones, and I retaliated by yanking the bead ring, pulling them out one by one in rhythm with my thrusts. Each pop elicited a shout from him, his cock trapped between us, rubbing against my belly, smearing sticky trails.
