Page 84 of The Summer We Lie

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Skye

"Oh god," I moan as he starts pressing the glass plug into my ass.

The sensation isn't what I expected at all. I'd braced for pain, for intrusion, but instead, there's this delicious pressure building where his finger has been before. Each time he's touched me there, I've surprised myself with how much I liked it. Now, with the cool glass stretching me open, that enjoyment deepens into something more urgent.

"I'm going to push it the rest of the way," he warns, his voice tight with restraint.

"Okay," I breathe, hardly recognizing my own voice—raw and desperate.

He pushes firmly and the widest part of the plug slips past the tight ring of muscle before my body accepts it completely. The pleasure hits me in waves, radiating outward.

"Fuck," I moan, dropping my head between my shoulders as my body adjusts to the new sensation.

"You like it, baby?" His voice rumbles behind me, pride and desire mixed in equal measure.

I can only nod, words escaping me. "Uh-huh."

"Good."

The firm slap of his cock against my ass makes me jolt forward. He's so hard—granite and velvet—and knowing he's this aroused from watching me take the plug makes me dizzy with want. My body feels electric, hypersensitive, craving more.

"You're about to take both my cock and the plug," he explains, his palm smoothing over my lower back. "You think you can take it?"

The question seems absurd. Right now, I feel like I could take anything he wants to give me.

"Yes, sir," I respond, the words falling from my lips naturally.

His answering groan vibrates through me. "So fucking perfect."

The broad head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I instinctively push back, desperate to feel him inside me. My body's need overrides my patience.

"Fuck, you're so greedy," he growls, his large hands gripping my hips and forcing me still against the mattress. "You take what I give you. Do you understand?"

Heat floods my face—shame and arousal tangling together. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

"Fuck," he groans again, then he's slamming into me in one powerful thrust.

I let out something between a moan and a cry as pleasure and pain shoot through my body. The dual sensations—his cock filling my pussy while the plug remains lodged in my ass—creates a fullness so intense I can barely process it. Every nerve ending fires at once, overwhelmed in the most delicious way.

"You're such a good fucking girl," he says, leaning over me to growl the words directly into my ear.

I whimper helplessly. Something about his praise undoes me more thoroughly than any physical touch. The way he talks to me, like I'm precious and filthy all at once. Like I belong to him. It feeds something primal in me I never knew existed until him.

"You like being good for me, don't you, baby?"

"Yes," I rush out, desperate for him to know how much I crave his approval.

"I know, because your pussy clenches me so fucking tight when I say it," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction.

He pulls away from my ear and withdraws almost completely before sinking back into me, pulling another moan from deep in my chest. He establishes a slow rhythm, each thrust deliberate, gradually building speed and intensity. I can't contain the sounds spilling from my lips—each hard thrust forces them out of me like I have no control.

When his pace shifts into something harder and faster, he reaches around my body and finds my clit with practiced precision.

"Fuck!" I cry out at the first contact. I'm already so close from the dual penetration that his fingers against my sensitive nerves nearly push me over immediately.

"You ready to come on my cock, baby?" he asks, the strain in his voice revealing his own control is slipping.