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The warmth of his finger disappeared suddenly. Disappointingly. Then a second later it was replaced with something else—something cold. It twisted outside my hole then slipped farther inside.

I tensed.

“Do you remember when you first touched yourself for me? How strange it felt? How foreign? And then you relaxed. How did it feel then?”

“Amazing.” I glanced back at him over my shoulder. He nodded so I went on. “It felt…I felt beautiful. Because I could do that to myself. I could make myself feel good, and you could see it. Which was the best part. The way you enjoyed watching me.”

“Remember that. This is going to feel foreign to you at first, too. But if you relax, it’s going to feel beautiful. It’s going to make you feel good. And I’m going to enjoy that very much.”

His words held promise and allure. They also alarmed me. How could they not when there was an unidentified object pressing against my back door?

I twisted my neck to try to see what he was holding.

JC pushed my head forward. “Don’t look. It will frighten you, and I don’t want it to.”

“Hearing that frightens me even more.”

“Don’t let it.” He pushed the object a fraction deeper into my ass and rolled it around the sensitive walls. “I promise you that it isn’t going to hurt. If we do this right—if you trust me—there will only be pleasure. Do you trust me?”

God, my legs were quivering just from this.

Yet, even on the edge of pleasure as I was, I didn’t know if I could go through with it. I was also starting to worry that JC wouldn’t give me a chance to say no. That amped my anxiety.

“I don’t know,” I managed, my voice breathy. “I mean, I do trust you. But I’m not sure about this. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. And that makes me nervous.”

“I understand, and I’m going to help you with that.” With the plug still partially at my hole, he leaned his body over my back so that his mouth was at my ear and his erection poked into my asscheek. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen, Gwen. I’m going to put a lot of lube onto the plug so that it’s really slick. Then I’m going to slide it into you. Slowly. As I do, I want you to push out and relax. When it’s inside, you’re going to feel your nerves wake up. It’s going to make you nice and snug so that when I fuck you, your pussy will wrap tightly around my cock and you’ll feel me everywhere. And all those nerves that have woken up will be on fire. Then you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life. Multiple times. You’ll barely be able to stay on your knees and I’ll have to hold your hips while I pound into you. You’re going to feel so good. You’re going to be beautiful. And I’m going to enjoy that.”

Words. Words! The man had me with his beautiful, filthy words. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

He nibbled on my earlobe. “Does that sound okay to you?”

My yes was more of a grunt than a syllable. Partly because I was already there, already halfway to orgasm where speech became less and less intelligible.

But also there was the part of me that was wary. Not because of what he was going to do or how he was going to fuck me, but because of the giant chasm that had formed between us. We were touching, we were connected by skin, but emotionally, he’d closed himself off. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he’d positioned himself behind me so that our eyes couldn’t meet. So that he would make sure that as he slid in and out of me, as he stroked the most private parts of me, he’d still never actually let me reach the most private parts of him.

This would be sex for sex’s sake, he was telling me. Like we’d agreed. It would be good sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex. And that’s all. Nothing more.

If I didn’t like it, he’d given me the chance to say no.

And I didn’t. Because as much as I didn’t like it—as much as I was falling apart inside—my body was completely fine with the situation. It was humming and buzzing and wet and greedy for whatever JC had to give me. I was like a crack whore who would do anything to get her fix, including giving up the things that were most important to her. The things she really cared about. I was desperate for my high.

And, damn—as he slid the lubed plug into my ass, as I pushed against it, relaxing, opening up, as the nerves I’d never known about came alive and sang—it was easy to forget a little heartbreak.

The plug felt wider as it passed my tight rim. Then it seemed to narrow, and I wondered if it was all the way in. I tested it, squeezing my cheeks around it. It felt good.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this, Gwen.” JC rubbed the base of my spine. “There’s one more ridge to go. How are you feeling? You’re doing great.” He was gentle and patient, yet his excitement was evident.

It bolstered my own excitement until it overtook the last of my anxiety. All that remained was a ravenous want and desire. “More,” I groaned, bucking back into him. “I want more.”

He half laughed, half moaned. “Hold on, baby.” He reached a hand through my legs to massage my clit, and I focused on the thrum of pleasure instead of the squishy way my chest felt after he’d called me baby.

His fingers slid along my slit and jabbed into my cunt. “You’re dripping, Gwen. Do you like how it feels to be this tight?”

I didn’t want to talk. I was teetering on the edge of orgasm and all I wanted was my release. I opened my mouth to tell him, but what came out was a blissful sob. Because, right then, while he continued to rub and play with my clit, he pushed the plug the rest of the way in.

I came.

My orgasm shocked me with its sudden appearance, making my thighs quiver and my arms shake. I fell to my elbows as it thundered through my limbs.

“Ah, Jesus, that’s beautiful. I’m so hard, Gwen. I’m stone.” He was done being patient. He was past being gentle. I could hear the ragged edge in his voice.

Which was just fine with me. I was reeling in my own ecstasy. And I was ready to be fucked.

JC nudged my knees farther apart and a bolt of electricity shot straight to my core as the new position tightened the plug in my ass. Then he grabbed me at my hips, positioned himself, and entered me on a merciless thrust.

I practically screamed as another orgasm split through me. JC didn’t give me any reprieve. He pulled my slack body tighter against him and pounded into me. Each drive touched me everywhere, stroked me everywhere. His tempo was rigorous, and with each staccato jab, his pelvis knocked against the plug, sending sparks shimmying in all directions. I couldn’t tell anymore where the sensation was coming from. My pussy, my ass—all of it burned. It was impossible to recover. I was a waterfall, constantly falling, constantly hitting the rocks below, constantly creating a splash.

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