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Knead Me Like You Mean It - Final Touch

"Fuck, so good," Mirea's breathy moans filled the air as the vibrator worked against her core, her body arching with every pulse. Nate sat across from her, his fiery gaze fixed on her, fists clenched tightly.

Desire burned in his chest, but jealousy cut deeper—those sounds weren’t for him, and it drove him mad. Watching her fall apart, knowing it wasn’t his touch, felt like both heaven and hell.

"Stop it, Mirea," Nate's voice was low, almost pleading as his fiery gaze locked onto her. "Let me touch you, baby. I'll take any punishment you want, but not this."

His jaw tightened, the frustration evident. "Those sinful sounds you make? They’re mine. They should be caused by me—not by some damn toy."

"T-Too late, Nate," Mirea breathed out between ragged moans, her body trembling as the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through her core.

She arched her back, her collarbones on full display, looking more enticing than ever. Her body was like a masterpiece—sinful, yet impossibly graceful, each curve begging to be touched.

"Baby, let me touch you," Nate growled, straining against the handcuffs that held him back.

His frustration only deepened as he watched her fall apart, her release triggered by nothing more than a toy.

The sight of her trembling with pleasure fueled his fury, but what he didn't know was that it wasn't the toy that pushed her over the edge—it was the thought of him. In her mind, it was Nate's hands, Nate's lips, and Nate's touch driving her to the brink.

“T-that felt so good,” Mirea breathed, her voice laced with satisfaction as she glanced at Nate, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. The look alone was enough to stoke his anger, her teasing only fanning the fire in his chest.

Her eyes dropped to his length, standing proud and throbbing, every inch of it desperate for her touch.

“Oh, look at this,” she purred, biting her lip as her gaze lingered, “Little Nate’s all ready... but too bad.” She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing his length, drawing a frustrated groan from his lips. “No attention for you, not anytime soon,” she teased, her tone dripping with mock pity, watching as his jaw clenched and his glare darkened.

“Mirea, enough,” he growled, his voice sharp, but there was a desperate edge to it. “Baby, please, no more games. Let me—let me be the one. Please.” His voice softened, slipping into a plea that sent a thrill through her.

Mirea pouted, her fingers wrapping around the dildo, her eyes softening as she glanced at Nate. “It *is* you I imagine, Nate,” she murmured, her voice gentle, almost shy. “Every move, every touch—it’s all you, no one else could ever make me feel this way.”

"Look at this, Nate," Mirea purred, holding up the dildo with a sly smile. "It’s just like you—thick, long, and oh-so-perfect... exactly how I like it."

She trailed the toy slowly down her body, starting from her collarbone, letting it glide over her skin. The path was tantalizing, lingering at her navel before sliding lower, teasingly close to her glistening entrance. Her eyes never left his, daring him to react as her lips curled into a sinful smirk.

Nate's jaw clenched as his hands strained against the cuffs, the veins in his arms visible from the tension. His eyes burned with possessive hunger, following every movement of the toy on her body.

"You think that’s enough to satisfy you, Mirea?" he growled, his voice thick with frustration and desire. "You're playing with fire, baby. The second I get my hands on you, I’ll show you the difference between a toy and the real thing."