Page 118 of Late Harvest

She moaned and he pushed it the rest of the way in, a tiny whimper slipping out of her mouth as it settled in place.

“Ok?”

“It feels…strange.”

“Strange?”

“But…I like it.” Her eyes drifted close as she settled into the sensation.

Bash smiled at his intoxicatingly tempting woman, and wiggled the plug, just a bit. Arabella’s eyes flew open. “Oooh,” she gasped.

He moved the plug, pulling it just a bit. “Sebastian,” she moaned. “Oh my god…”

“Feels good?”

“Yes, soooo good,” she groaned. “Why do I like this so much?”

He leaned over and suckled her nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth and laving it with his tongue. She whimpered and he grinned against the peaked tip. He loved her sounds. “Because,” he said against the hard bud, “you’re my sensuous queen.” He sucked her nipple again and then popped off it, smirking at her groan of frustration. “You ready for more, Arabella?”

“Yes, please yes,” she whispered, writhing as he gently twisted and turned the plug. “Unnnh,” she groaned. “Yes…”

Bash reached for the lemon-shaped sucker and turned it on, placing it against her clit.

“Bash!” Remy cried out, squirming.

He slowly increased the intensity. Her hips lifted and shifted, seeking more. He turned it up again, and within moments, he could see her pussy clenching and weeping, her orgasm close. Sebastian bent over her, took a nipple in his mouth, keeping the clit sucker in place, and then tapped on the plug.

Arabella screamed, and shattered.

She was still coming down from her orgasm as he abandoned the clit sucker—for now—and quickly shucked his clothes. He checked her hands…they were languidly draped above her head on the pillow, her breathing ragged.

“Ready for more?”

“I can’t,” she moaned. But she opened her legs wider.

Bash grinned and settled at the vee of her, notching his aching dick at the entrance of the place he desperately needed to be. Then he thrust deep.

“Oh god, Sebastian,” Arabella panted, pressing up against him and canting her hips. “So full. I’m so full.”

The tight, wet squeeze of her, plus the residual tremors of her pussy walls from her release, were deliciously, almost painfully augmented by the plug nestled in her ass. Best, most amazing pain Bash had ever felt.

“So good. So good. So good,” she chanted, squeezing him.

Christ. He was in danger of being a one pump chump.

“I’m going to move now, Arabella,” he gritted out.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please.”

“That’s my angel,” he praised. Then, slowly, he slid from her tight pussy…and drove back in. Over and over, he pistoned his hips. Arabella’s breasts jiggled temptingly and he dropped to an elbow so he could suck the nipple he hadn’t yet had an opportunity to worship.

Bash reached up and untied her hands, tucked a pillow under her hips, and then sat back on his knees, thrusting slowly.

“More…harder,” Arabella gasped, playing with her nipples.

Pulling out fully, he flipped her onto her knees. “Yes!” she gasped, dropping her head to her forearms, her ass high in the air. “Oh, God…yes!”

Bash rammed into her, balls deep, the angle and the plug making everything excruciatingly, gloriously tight. His vision tunneled as he stared at his cock disappearing into her pussy, the slap of his balls against the back of her thighs ratcheting his need and his pace.