Page 113 of A Ballad of Betrayal and Beauty

“Joel, I’m going to kill you,” she threatens.

I chuckle and reach for the nightstand drawer for my secret weapons. “No, I don’t think you will.”

Her eyes widen. “Uh, what’s that?”

I raise an eyebrow. “The lube?”

“No,” she says, rolling her eyes. “That.”

I smirk. “Oh, this?” I hold up the toy, and she studies it. “Never seen one before?”

Tentatively, she shakes her head.

As I drip some of the lube onto her ass and my fingers, I smile. “It’s a vibrator.”

“A what?”

“A vibrator,” I say again, leaning over and kissing her. “And trust me, it’s about to be your new best friend.”

I hold the wand up next to our faces and turn it on, the machine vibrating with an unmistakable buzzing noise. I trail it down her chest, her breath catching as I caress her nipples with it.

She sighs, her eyes closing again.

“Hold your legs back,” I instruct, and she complies immediately, grabbing behind her knees and spreading herself. My finger breaches her ass again as I glide the vibrator over her clit.

“Oh god!” she cries.

“See?” I smirk.

I take my time, working my finger in and out of her as the vibrator keeps her on the very edge of orgasm. It doesn’t take too long before I can easily fit two fingers inside of her.

“Such a good girl. You’re doing so well,” I praise. “How about another one?”

“I feel . . . so full,” she whispers between panting gasps.

“Do you need me to stop?” I ask.

“No! No—it’s good. Strange but . . . oh shit,” she says as I tease her again with the vibrator, “so good.”

With three fingers inside her, I start to pump in and out, in and out. Her tits bounce from the movement. She shudders and my cock twitches impatiently as she rocks her hips—chasing my fingers.

“Joel, oh god, please—please let me come.”

“You need to come, don’t you?” I ask. “It’s driving you crazy. Look at this,” I say, swiping my thumb across her entrance. She jumps, her muscles clenching around my fingers, sucking them further inside her. “You’re fucking soaked, princess. Making a puddle on my bed.”

“I-I,ah!”

“But you’re loving it aren’t you?”

She pants out a desperate “Yes.”

I pull my fingers out of her slowly, then crowd her space. “Good, because I’m about to fuck this perfect little asshole of yours,” I murmur against her cheek, her eyes widening. “And when you come, don’t be shy. I want to hear how much you love it.”

I kiss her deeply, passionately, our tongues both fighting for dominance in each other’s mouths. I love when sex gets like this, rough and messy and without inhibitions. When you can let how you feel carry you away. Does she understand how she makes me feel? Does what we’re doing together communicate how much I feel for her?

I release her lips, grab a condom from the nightstand and sheathe myself, then slather a healthy amount of lube over my aching cock. To be honest, I’ll be lucky to fit all the way inside her before blowing my load. But damn, just being here is worth it.

“You ready?” I ask.

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