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She lay back on the sofa and spread her thighs. I cleaned the dildo and then opened the tube of lube and applied a good amount to the head and set it aside for a moment. I needed to make sure she was ready first.

“Touch those pretty tits for me, baby. Play with yourself. Make your nipples nice and hard.”

She did as I’d asked, cupping her breasts in her palms, pulling and tweaking the nipples with her fingers. Fuck, that was hot.

“That’s right,” I praised her. “You’re doing such a good job. I wish there was milk coming out of these nipples. I’d suck you dry.”

I pushed her thighs even farther apart, opening her up so I could stare right into her perfect, pink pussy. I pushed my middle finger inside her, just up to the first knuckle, and held it there, feeling her inner walls trying to clamp around me. She was so hot and wet, I wanted to force my whole fist inside her, but for the moment, I was enjoying watching her squirm.

“Oh God, Jay. Fuck.” She arched her hips again, trying to sink down deeper onto my finger.

“Be a good girl, Ivy,” I told her. “Hold still.”

She stopped squirming but was breathing hard, her lips parted. She stared at me, desperate but almost fearful of this power I held over her.

“Do you like my finger in your tight little cunt?”

“Yes, oh, yes. Give me more, please.”

I planned to give her a lot more.

“How about this?”

I sank to the second knuckle and crooked my finger inwards in a come-hither movement. I studied her face for her reaction. My cock strained hard, wanting attention. Her breathing grew ragged, and she arched her hips. I slid my finger back out of her and lifted it to my face. I inhaled the sweet musky scent of her and then put the finger in my mouth and sucked off her arousal.

“Better than champagne,” I told her.

I picked up the dildo and rubbed at her pussy with the head. She was always so wet and ready for me, and she probably didn’t need the lube, but it never did any harm.

I pushed the toy inside her, and she whimpered.

“How does it feel?”

“Different. Not bad, though.” She gasped again. “Actually good.”

I slid it deeper, watching her pussy open up to it and pleasure roll across her features. Her lips parted, and her eyes slipped shut, and she twisted her head to the side. I ducked down and kissed her flat stomach, then trailed a line with my tongue down, over her navel, across her mound, to her clit.

“Good girl, Ivy.” I hummed against the sensitive nub. “You’re taking it so well.”

“Oh, Jay,” she moaned.

God, she was so slick between her thighs. I covered her clit with my mouth and sucked on it, hard enough to hurt. Her hips bucked, and she let out a squeal.

I licked and sucked while I edged the dildo deeper still. The sounds of her wet cunt and the lube squelched in my ears. I withdrew and thrust back in. Her hips lifted to meet my hand. I moved the dildo faster and faster, fucking her hard with it, while keeping up my attention on her clit. Her thighs and stomach muscles tensed. I massaged one of her breasts with my other hand, playing with her nipple.

But just before I thought she was about to come, I took the toy from her pussy.

“Jay, no. Don’t stop.”

I held up the lube. “I want to take your arse, Ivy. I want to see you stretched around my dick.”

She paled slightly. “Will it hurt?”

“Not if you do what I say.”

I pulled her up and flipped her over so she was on her knees. I wanted her riding the dildo while I took her arse.

I planted a kiss to her damp shoulder. “I want to come inside you, baby. Is that okay? I want to feel you around me and I want to watch my cum drip from your hole.”


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