“No, it makes sense.” Some men purchase a motorcycle during a crisis, others get a Jacob’s ladder.
“Plus, I hear it’s amazing for women.”
My pulse picks up at the thought. “Do you not already know that?”
“Nope. Haven’t been with anyone since, remember?” His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Wanna see if the rumors are true?”
Flames lick up my spine. “Fuck yes.”
He sits back on his haunches behind me. “On your elbows.”
Dropping to my forearms, I present my ass to him.
“Fuck, Millie. You’re so sexy.” He grips both globes and squeezes.Tight. Spreading my cheeks apart, he asks, “Can I touch it? I want it. I need to have it. Need to haveyou.”
“Yes. Take all my consent and fuck me up, Daddy.”
Without warning, he smacks my ass. First the right cheek, then the left, the sting causing desire to gather in my core. Then he spits.
Wetness coats my puckered hole, and when his finger makes contact, I jolt in surprise. A heartbeat later, though, I push my hips back, urging him to slip inside.
“Butt plug. There,” I pant, pointing to the nightstand.
He chuckles. “Why did you bring a—never mind.” Carefully, he removes his finger. Then he rounds the bed and shuffles through the drawer. “I don’t see it.”
Huffing, I crawl across the mattress to retrieve it myself.Why can men never find anything?
But when I dig in the drawer, I come up empty-handed. I snag my phone off the nightstand instead and open theFind Myapp, then I click onItemsand the eggplant emoji that readsToys.
An instant later, there’s a delicate chirping nearby.
Ezra guffaws. “You have an AirTag for your butt plug?”
“My sex toy bag.” I grin up at him.
He scoots the nightstand out a little and checks behind it. Then he drops to all fours, pulls a satin black bag from under the bed, and holds it above his head with anaha. “When did you—never mind.” He hands over the bag.
I procure a baby pink glass plug with a matching gemstone at the end, along with a travel-size bottle of lube.
Now that we have all the necessary supplies, I return to all fours.
Once he’s squirted the lube directly between my cheeks, he notches the plug at my opening.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” I shift back as he pushes in carefully and grunt at the initial burn of the toy’s intrusion.
He puts a hand on my hip and squeezes. “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” Sighing, I relax my core.
“God, that’s a beautiful sight.” Slipping his hand to my ass, he gives it a jiggle.
The move sends a shudder of pleasure straight to my pussy. When his fingers find my opening, I tremble, and as he collects my arousal and teases my clit, playing with the pressure of his touch, that tremble turns into a tsunami.
I undulate my hips, desperate for more. As if he can read my mind, he thrusts his fingers inside me.
“Ah,” I moan, reveling in the sparks of need arcing through me.
