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“Lube? I have some, but I can’t find my pants.”

“You tossed them over there.” I pointed to the far side of the room where they were hanging off the dresser.

“Oops.” He giggled.

“I’ve got some. Back pocket.”

He leaned over the bed and rummaged around, then sat up a moment later with a lube packet.

He settled between my legs, then tore the packet open with his teeth.

“Still good?”

“I’m not going to change my mind.” I spread my legs a bit wider to make my point. “Now get your finger in me.”

“Bossy.” He laughed softly and leaned over me, rubbing one lubed-up finger against my hole.

My retort was cut off as I gasped and arched into him.

“That’s it.” He nibbled at my jawline. “So sexy, Ash. Seeing you all spread out like this for me. Waiting for my cock. So fucking hot.” He pushed his finger against me.

“Shit.” I breathed out. “You’re going to kill me with the dirty talk.”

“Payback.” He bit at my lips, teasing them, and sank one finger inside me.

“Holy shit.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Weird but good.”

“Can you take more?”

“Yeah. Try.”

He pushed his finger farther in until his hand was pressing against my ass.

It felt… different. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. It didn’t hurt, but the feeling of fullness wasn’t exactly comfortable.

“There you go. Just relax for me and let me finger fuck you.”

He kissed me, deep and hard, distracting me from what was happening in my ass.

I sank into the kiss. He stroked his tongue against mine, teasing and tasting me as he moved his finger in earnest.

“Can you handle another?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I breathed, then made the mistake of tensing up.

“Shhhh, baby. I’ve got you. Relax and let me in,” he whispered against my lips. “It’s gonna feel so good when it’s my cock in you. Stretching that pretty hole as you take all of me. I can’t wait to see it.”

“Fuck.” I bore down as he slipped his second finger in. “That feels good.”

It was true. There was a bit of a sting I wasn’t crazy about, but a different kind of pressure was building. Not pain or discomfort. It was pleasure.

“Jesus!”

“There it is.” Jules purred against my neck as he rubbed my prostate again, sending another flurry of pleasure through me.


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