Page 35 of His Red Carnation

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I know. But won’t that make it even better?”

I paused, considering her words. Fuck; she was right. I let go of her and ordered an Uber to the closest adult store.

Fifteen minutes later, we stepped into a seedy-looking store in a questionable neighborhood. The clerk behind the counter didn’t even glance up at us. I headed straight for the butt plugs, and Sloane trailed behind, her eyes darting around at everything in the store.

“How’s this, baby?” I held up a box containing a series of three butt plugs: small, medium, and large. “We can maybe use the first two.”

Her eyes widened. “Yes. Perfect.” I could tell she was nervous, but if it hadn’t been her idea to try anal, I would have never pushed it.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I glanced back at the clerk, who was now looking over at us.

Sloane nodded, a smile playing on her lips. “Of course, Daddy,” she whispered.

Fuck, she was making my cock ache even more.

“Okay. I just don’t want you to think I need to do freaky shit to be happy. I just need to fucking be inside you, and I’m happy,” I whispered back.

She giggled, and my cock twitched in response. “I know.” She looked over my shoulder. “What do you think of that?”

I turned to see a strap-on with a dildo on display. “What doyouthink of that?”

I wasn’t about to admit that I’d always wanted to be pegged; it didn’t feel like a “manly” thing to want, and I was still trying to get past that bullshit.

She raised her eyebrows, intrigued. “Might be fun. Should we get it, just in case?”

I smiled. “If you want, baby.”

She leaned past me and grabbed it. “Let’s go check out.”

Thank fuck the cashier didn’t seem to recognize Sloane. We took an Uber back to the hotel with our discreet black shopping bag. Once inside, Sloane ripped open the butt plug box, eyeing the contents like they were precious diamonds.

She glanced over at me as I pulled down my jeans, eager and ready. “How do we do this?” she asked, her excitement bubbling over.

“Get naked. I’ll wash it and get you prepped.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes, Daddy.”

15

Sloane

Watching Callan walk out of the bathroom in just his boxer briefs had my pussy dripping; his muscled body, his tattoos, the sexy look on his face as he eyed my naked body on the bed had my skin tingling.

“Fuck. We’re never leaving this room and you’re never getting dressed again,” he teased.

I was propped up on my elbows as I laid on my back, but I had to let my arms collapse as I looked over at him and put my hand to my slick pussy. I watched him as I stuck a finger inside, his mouth parted with lust as he stood in front of the bed. He set aside the butt plug and crawled onto the bed, hovering over me.

“Is your pussy wet for me, baby?” he asked in his low, deep voice.

“Yes,” I breathed back, staring at his full lips above me.

I gasped when he quickly removed my hand and stuck his own finger inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” He smiled then brought his finger to his mouth.

My pussy ached for him. “Fuck my pussy first, Daddy,” I begged.

Callan suddenly stood up, removed his boxer briefs, then hovered over me again. I pulled his hips towards mine and he swiftly thrust inside of me, his hips moving quickly, his grunts loud. He lifted my legs up onto his chest, staring at my bouncing boobs and then grabbing them and squeezing tight.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close to coming,” he moaned, now staring intently in my eyes. “Let’s get that butt plug in and then I’ll eat your pussy.” He pulled out quickly, catching his breath.

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