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Bobby
The color drains from Lexi’s face. “I thought it was my phone! It beeped, and I just picked it up to check the message. We have the same phones and the same beeps.”
I blow out my breath. Is she telling the truth? She certainly looks terrified. But a snitch who got caught would be scared.
Her eyes fill with tears. “I’m not a rat or a Fed. I’m not wearing a wire, I swear to you.”
I scrub a hand across my face.Cristo.This shit with the Feds is getting to me. I definitely didn’t get enough sleep last night.
Of course, Lexi’s not a rat. I would’ve known if there was something off about her. I have excellent instincts about people. My muscles loosen.
“Okay. It’s okay, baby. I’m sorry I overreacted.” I pull her into my arms. She’s trembling, which makes me feel like astronzofor barking at her. I cup the back of her head to angle her face to mine and give her a hard kiss. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She lets out a relieved laugh. “You scared the crap out of me.”
I kiss her forehead, her temple.
Because I’m a sick fuck, her trembling relief makes my dick thicken in my trousers. I pick up her wrists, turning her slowly to face the counter. Pressing her hands down on the granite, I pull up her skirt and lower her panties. “But snooping isn’t allowed, Lexi.” I reach for a wooden spoon.
She whimpers but pushes her ass out, offering it to me.
I pepper her backside lightly with spanks, and she holds still, gasping, but not squirming. Seeing the bottle of olive oil standing on the counter, I reach for it, pouring a little in my palm. I rub it over her cheeks, then slap, enjoying the stingy-ness the oil helps to impart. I dip my finger in the oil and slide it between her cheeks, circling her anus.
“I think you deserve a little back door punishment.” I press my finger in.
“Oh God,” she moans.
“That’s right,bambina. This is what happens to this beautiful ass of yours when you’ve been bad.” I plunge my finger into the knuckle, then withdraw it and repeat the action.
“Ohhh...”
With my free hand, I spank the back of her thigh. “Are you going to be a good girl and take it?” I spank her again. My thumb swipes between her legs, and I find her dripping wet.
“You’re the boss.” She looks over her shoulder at me with heat in her azure gaze.
“That’s right, pretty girl.” I ease my finger out and take her elbow to pull her toward the living room. I lead her to the bolstered arm of the sofa. “Bend over,bambi.”
She folds her torso down, so her bare ass is raised and exposed.
“Do not move from this position.” I go to the kitchen to retrieve the olive oil, which I liberally use on her anus and my shaft, while she shivers in anticipation. I rub the head of my cock against her entrance and press. She tightens against the intrusion.
“Open for me, Lex,” I encourage. “Push back like you’re bearing down.”
She obeys immediately, seemingly as eager for this as I am. Or maybe she’s just eager to please. Either way, she’s ready for me.
I ease into her, giving her time to get used to my girth and the unusual invasion. She pants and moans, but remains perfectly still, allowing me to penetrate, centimeter by centimeter. Reaching around the front, I tease her clit, flicking it as I begin to withdraw and press in again.
“Oh God!” I moan.
“That’s right, beautiful. You’re taking it in the ass tonight.” I may sound like an asshole, but I maintain the utmost care in keeping my in and out strokes gliding smoothly, wanting it to be a good experience for her.
“Bobby,” she whimpers.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it like a good girl.”
“Please?” she begs.