This would have still happened, only at a later date.
Pushing down my desire to protect her at whatever the cost, I lean over and kiss her. She melts into me, her hands immediately roaming down my body.
“Do you know what day it is?” she asks, her voice light yet filled with enough of a warning to cause me to still.
Lifting my head as she wraps her fingers around my cock, I rock my hips into her as I quickly start counting dates. “Our four-week anniversary?”
“Yep.”
Fuck. Was I supposed to have got her something? Does she expect a celebration every month? I’ll do it for her, but I haven’t planned anything for today. Maybe I can convince one of our grandbabies to be born today...
“Do you remember what you promised would happen on our fourth week?” She strokes her fingers down my cock.
Leaning down, I kiss her neck. She arches into me, and I just start to squeeze one of her breasts, when I freeze.
My head jerks up. I look at her.
Fuck.
She giggles – innocent and pure and downright dirty.
“I said you could peg me.” Each word is pulled kicking and screaming from the bottom of my soul.
“Yep.” She grins so wide, I instinctively squeezed my ass cheeks.
Fuck.
But a deal is a deal.
And for her…
I’ll do anything.
Fifty-Two
A good little slut understands preparation.
Ahahaha! His ass is mine!
- Arienna
I giggle as my strap-on swings in front of my hips as I toss a throwing knife in Richard’s private gym. I’m not hitting the board every time yet, but between my low hours of practice and the bright pink dildo distracting me, I’m not surprised.
Richard, on the other hand, hits every bull’s eye despite wearing a butt plug for the first time.
Although I wanted to fuck him first thing this morning, he stressed the importance of preparation. So here I am, getting used to wearing a harness and dildo, and here he is, stretching his asshole.
Grinning wildly, I turn to him and grab hold of my dildo. Stroking it, I dip my eyes to his cock. He’s naked and hard and fuckingdeliciousto look at.
I almost lost him.
My smile flickers a second before I pull it back up. He’s here now, and that’s what I should focus on.
“Hey, want to hear a joke?” I ask.
He steps up to me, a knife in his hands. Without even looking at the target, he throws it. “I want to hear whatever my queen has to say.”
Heat filling my cheeks, I cup his balls as I stroke my toy and imagine it filling him. “What’s the difference between a brownie and a fairy king?”
