“Didn’t you come here just for this? To get railed?”
“I don’t put a butt plug in for just anyone,” she says with a grin. “This is my first time. You could at least have some manners about it. I thought we could take our time tonight and do things like intimacy and a little bit of sweetness.”
“If you want manners, I have some terrible news for you, I’m barely housebroken.”
“Okay.” She looks at me over her shoulder, eyes sparkling, grinning. “I’ll take off my pants. You can keep me bent over thedesk if you want. Thrust all the way inside me. Play with the plug at the same time. I’ll like it. But you don’t have to be afraid to be sweet too.”
“Christ on a cross,” I mutter.
She’s not the least bit scandalized at the blasphemy, preacher’s daughter that she is. Or was.
“You can do it.” She has the nerve to give me a thumbs up. “I believe in you. Now. Ask me nicely. ‘Please, Fawnie, take off your pants and let me see your pretty asshole with that plug in it and your pussy, all swollen and leaking for me already’.”
I nearly choke on my own saliva. “That’swhat you call mannered?”
Her eyes dance. “Right now it is.”
I don’t expect to comply with her as easily as I do, but I can’t help it. She’s irresistible. “Please, will you take your pants off? I’d love to see your sweet peach ass in the air. I want nothing more than to part your legs, and devour you until you’re coming so damn hard.”
“Mmm,” she agrees. “I think I’d like that too. Or maybe, you could bend me even harder over this desk and start by spreading me as wide as I’ll go. You could play with the plug and watch me drip down my thighs. Edge me a little bit harder. Or a whole lot harder. Make me beg for you.”
My heart and dick throb in tandem, and myheartis beating ten thousand beats a minute. “I thought you wanted me to play nice.”
“That sounds nice to me.” She straightens, then tucks her fingers under the waistband of her leggings and rolls them downher hips slowly. “And since you asked so nicely…” She has to shimmy out of them because the fabric is tight and clings to her.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. At least until she bends over and slides them down her thighs. She kicks off her flats, then pulls the pants down the rest of the way, stepping out of them with grace.
She bends herself over the desk, spreading her arms out wide like she’s freefalling. She parts her legs for me. She lays herself out like that, like a present for me. Her ass so plump and round and delicious, hiding that delightful secret of the plug. I can’t even see it yet. I’m going to have to part her cheeks myself, stroke her there, run my fingers down her crack until I find the toy. Tap it, twist it, pull it out. Fill her with my fingers while I eat her asshole out around them. Would she like that?
I’m a little shocked to find out just how badly I probably will. I’m so hard that it’s lethal. I can feel every single heartbeat magnified in the throbbing in my cock. My balls are so heavy that they ache. I’m dying for her to touch me, to be inside of her, to come, but I can wait. My own special form of edging and torture, just for her.
Her glistening pussy is on full display for me, bare and beautiful. She’s right. She’s already swollen and ready.
Not ready enough. I’m not going to stop until she’s soaked her thighs and maybe even the floor beneath her, or at least until she’s out of her mind, begging me to let her come. She wanted me to ask nicely, and I’ll make her ask me the same way.
Or not nicely. I don’t care much about how she begs me to let her come, just that she does.
And more importantly, that at the end of all the torture, I’m the one to dismantle her piece by piece and send her straight into bliss so good that she’ll forget everything else exists.
Chapter 19
Fawnie
Despite Shadow’s tough guy, asshole front, I know that underneath he’s unsure. He’s going through a rough time. His brain probably hasn’t shut off once in the past few weeks. He has a right to be upset, sad, or as grouchy as he pleases. I know it’s also just him, clinging to his last defenses.
I could see the walls coming down long before I ever opened the buttons of his shirt and stuck my hand over his heart. Feeling that steady, fast beat under my palm was the highlight of my whole life.
There’s what he says. And what he’ll do.
I already know he’s not just going to rail me. I was just bugging him because he needs someone to do battle with. I can be strong enough to spar with him. I’m far more than strong enough to fight for him every minute of every single day.
I felt the energy shift as soon as I bent over this desk. I can’t see his face, but I can see all of him. I can see him in the way he touches me, running his fingers over my ass before trailing down, skimming over to my inner thigh. He’s so gentle as he glides his calloused fingertips over my sensitive skin.
There’s nothing theatrical about how I arch my back and thrust my hips right into his hand. He palms my ass with one, giving the cheek a smack that stings a little, but not much.
I know that he’ll do everything he can to make this good for me. He might not believe in himself or even trust himself, but I trust him. I have faith in him.
He teases the crease of my leg along my inner thigh before he does more than that. His fingers blaze a hot path straight to my slit. He glides them through the wetness, smearing my arousal over my entrance. This isn’t about going for broke. It’s about feeling everything possible, so he doesn’t push them inside. He cups my pussy with his whole hand, covering me with the back of his palm and grazing his fingers over my clit whisper light.
