Page 81 of Freckles

“You can’t fit ityet,” he says, brushing my cheek with his curled knuckle. “Woah, woah, woah.” He stops me withdrawing the toy. “What’re you doing?”

I frown in confusion. “You said—”

“Pushing it in once and taking it out isn’t going to work.” He laughs again, bending to kiss my shoulder. “That length is fine for your first thrust, but you’ll be able to fit more when you’re aroused.”

His voice thickens with lust.

“Use it to make yourself come. It’ll loosen you up for what I have planned next. You didn’t forget, did you?” His fingers go exploring between my cheeks, tapping against the plug. “Good girl.”

Emotions explode inside me and it’s hard to talk with my breath hitching. My words come out staccato. “I can’t while you’re watching.”

He theatrically puts a hand over his eyes, then jerks it away with a grin. “Yes, you can. Won’t you at least try?”

It’s hard to breathe. Even with him watching my face rather than concentrating between my legs, I’m still exposed. I jump when his hand closes over my breast, the palm circling at first, then his thumb flicks across my nipple until it hardens.

The heat between my legs isn’t just coming from the massive toy. With the plug inside me as well, there’s a satisfying fullness. They play off each other, heightening the pleasure until my dirty mind wonders what it would be like to take him and the new toy at the same time.

I’d probably explode.

Kincaid splays his hand over my midriff, keeping me in place while his mouth lowers to take my nipple into his mouth. “I’d ask if you like that,” he says, mouth popping as he withdraws. “But you’ll just lie to me. So, I’ll have to judge from your reactions.”

He blows a soft breath where his mouth was, turning the sensitive skin cold. Then he warms it again with his tongue, the rough surface sending a jolt straight down to my core. All the while, his fingers press on top of my hand, encouraging the dildo deeper into my body.

Any discomfort is gone, even the stretch pleasurable as it penetrates farther than before.

I gasp as he abruptly sits upright, then kneels between my legs. He raises my left leg until it’s bent at a matching angle to the right, then pauses, hands cupping my knees as he stares at his gigantic likeness pumping in and out of my pussy.

A new level of heat fills me. I watch through narrowed lids at him watching me. Both turned into voyeurs.

“Keep using it just like that,” he says, then groans as he rubs himself, cock straining at his jeans.

I tense, but his hand falls away, not undressing.

Instead, he stands and hauls me to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of doing this,” he murmurs, then bends his head, fingers spreading me wider as his mouth fastens over my clit.

I jump at the sensation. Squirming. Trying to get away, but he clamps my thighs hard enough his fingertips dimple into my flesh.

“Stay put,” he growls, and the puff of air hits my clit, my hips tilting upwards as he lowers his mouth. His tongue licks along my folds, the vibration of his chuckle tickling my inner flesh as he pulls away. “You taste even better than my dreams.”

My hand keeps bumping into his chest as his mouth fastens on me, the slight suction making me groan no matter how hard I bite my lip, my vocal cords operating with a mind of their own.

“Such a sweet pussy for such a sweet girl.” When I pause, his hand controls mine again. “Don’t you dare stop. I want to see you climax with my toy inside you.”

My hips thrust to meet each pump of the dildo; the lingering embarrassment swept away by his adulation.

The idea of denying him by denying myself is too complicated to resume. As the heat spreads throughout my core, my clit throbs and swells inside his mouth. My thrusts increase, thighs squeezing until my head clouds over and the pulse of excitement makes my internal muscles clench.

“That’s my girl,” he mutters, pressing a line of kisses along the inside of my thigh. “Come for me.”

At his word, I’m swept under the sensation, lost in a swirling array of pleasure.

My fingers turn numb. The toy falls from my hand. Then he thrusts it inside me again, as far as before, then further, the sensation too much,muchtoo much, until another wave of pleasure hauls me under the waves, and I’m lost.

No thought. No regret. Only the pulsing pleasure of release humming through my body.

He flips me onto my stomach, a pillow underneath my hips, and slowly, teasingly, pulls the plug out of me. I hear him squirting lube and next thing I know, his finger replaces it, penetrating easily even when he adds another, a slight burn returning but quickly fading when he adds a third.

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