Page 70 of Freckles

He shows me a picture and I bite my tongue.Fuck, it looks hot.

I straighten, tugging my knickers up and my kilt down before turning to face him.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s… odd.” The fullness eases as my body adapts. “But if you really want to know, I’m happy to shove it in you instead.”

Surprisingly, he looks intrigued. “Maybe, but not today. I’ve sent other toys to your house.” His voice grows rougher. “Send me a video using each one. I need a reward to keep me going through the job.”

He pockets his phone and yanks me against his chest. His hand turns rough, thrusting between my legs and cupping my pussy, the heel of his palm as broad as a shovel head as it rubs against me.

Despite the brutality of his strong grip, another jolt of arousal spins through my head until I’m dizzy, my hands lifting to clutch at the front of his shirt.

His skin smells of leather and spice and the zing of citrus as I bury my nose in his chest, clinging as his hand slips past the worn elastic of my underwear and my knees weaken. The thrust of his finger inside my pussy while the toy presses against my walls from behind, the groan of satisfaction in my ear—they combine to make me wet.

I didn’t know my body could feel this way, and the discovery fills me with desire and low-key desperation.

“And if I send you all of them, will we be done? Does that pay my debt?”

“You’re so funny,” he growls, finger working inside me while his thumb circles my clit, making me gasp. “Tell me again how you don’t want this.”

His arm goes around my waist, clamping tightly as he lifts me, turning to pin me against the wall, adding another finger until the stretch and friction makes my hips tilt, blindly seeking more.

“Tell me all about how you want to be left alone. Pretend your pussy doesn’t drown my fingers every time I touch you. How you hate the way I fuck you.”

His teeth bite onto my earlobe, then suck the pain away, the press of his tongue making shivers ripple across my back while my legs move apart to give him easier access.

“Go ahead. Beg me to stop,” he says while his curled fingertip brushes against a secret spot deep inside me. A place that sends an electric shock of desire jolting through my body, catapulting me to the edge.

My muscles clench around him, the spill of my desire soaking his hand as he sweeps me over the cliff, catching me in freefall and guiding me to a gentle landing. I adore the slip and slide of his fingers inside my folds as he coaxes forth another spasm of pleasure.

“See how good girls get rewards?” His voice is husky and thick. “Tell me you don’t want me to suck your juices off my fingers.”

Then he withdraws his hand, thrusting his wet fingers into his mouth and pulling back just enough to catch my eye, holding it with the intensity of his gaze as his tongue wipes them clean.

He goes back for more, this time forcing them into my open mouth, making me taste myself before he yanks them away to kiss me, my arousal sweet on both our tongues.

For a minute the world is full of our panting breaths, each of us trying to recover from the heat sparking between us.

“Or just tell me the lie again,” he teases, steadying me until my feet find the ground, the muscles in my legs forgetting how to stand. “Tell me the fib about how you don’t want any of this.” His lips find the shell of my ear, whispering so softly it’s barely audible, just another insistent voice in my head. “That you don’t want me.”

“I don’t…” I whisper, then my voice dissolves into a whimper as he presses my panties against me, his caressing fingers turned to steel, sweeping the fabric along my folds until the material can’t absorb another drop, then yanking them to my knees.

“Step out of them,” he orders me, voice ragged. “Every time you lie to me from now on, you’re paying a penalty.”

I obey and he slips them into his pocket.

“Once you send me the videos, you’re off the hook till next week, but I expect you to be at the rugby match on Wednesday, okay? I’ve got an agent interested and seeing you in the crowd will help my game.” A featherlight kiss brushes my cheek, making my pulse jump. “And while you’re sitting there, getting wet at the sight of me despite all your denials, you can think of how, after we win, I’m going to drag you home and fuck you sideways.”

He taps the nestled plug again.

“Take this out tonight. A few hours is fine for the first go. But practice with it over the weekend and insert it before Wednesday’s match.” When I screw up my nose, he chuckles. “I’ll be taking your arse either way but if you think you’ll enjoy the pain, go ahead and disobey. It’s your ring getting destroyed.”

He pulls away, adjusting himself where his gigantic cock deforms the front of his jeans. Even trapped under his waistband, there’s a throat-gagging bulge.

As my eyes rise from the sight, Kincaid smirks. Noticing exactly where my attention drifted.

“Unless you want something more right now?” His voice turns singsong. “Go on, Freckles. Be brave and ask for what you really want.”

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