Page 76 of Iron Hearts

“Good, now this is what I want you to do…” I instructed her to go to the couch and to pick a movie for us to watch. I didn’t care what, at all, while I washed my hands really well and made us popcorn.

I wanted to snuggle my nude little girl and play with her pretty pussy until she came all over my hand and begged me to fuck her.

I also wanted to see if, at any point, I could up the size of the plug in her ass to at least the second one – I didn’t anticipate getting to the third today, but the second would be nice. I wanted to bend her over and take her eventually from behind and watch her little asshole glitter while I filled her and dragged more of those succulent little moans out of her lovely throat.

I wanted to do a lot of things to defile her, and then I wanted to give her a bath, wrap her up, and hold her against me all night safe and snug as a bug in a rug – even though I was pretty certain that wasn’t going to happentonight… I knew she had to get back at some point.

She scrolled through my streaming services while I scrubbed up and popped a bowl of popcorn, and when I came around the kitchen island and went to the couch she looked up and asked, “Is this okay?”

I didn’t know what I expected her to choose, but was surprised when it was the live actionLittle Mermaid.

“I haven’t watched it yet,” she said and I sat down beside her on the couch, set the bowl of popcorn down and said enthusiastically, “Let’s do it!”

We settled in, polished off the bowl of popcorn before the first ten minutes of the movie had rolled by, and listened to the rain pelt outside.

We both got more comfortable, me laying the length of the couch, her draped over my chest, on her stomach, as I touched her all over – smoothing my hands everywhere I could reach on her until I noticed she shivered and it wasn’t just from all the touching?

“You cold, little one?” I asked gently and she nodded. I smiled and pulled the blanket off of the couch and asked, “Why didn’t you say so?”

She shrugged, her attention rapt on the television and the singing mermaid and I had to chuckle. I snuggled her and put a finger against the plug in her ass and wiggled it, asking, “How does this feel?”

“Okay,” she murmured.

“Just okay, or does it still feel good?” I asked.

“Good,” she responded and looked up at me. I smiled and kissed her forehead and when she shifted again, made sure I shifted enough that her wet little pussy was within my reach.

She gasped and whimpered, writhing against my clothed body as I slicked my fingers through her wetness and played with her clit.

She groaned and wiggled her bottom back against the curve of my lap, and yeah, my cock was hard and ready – but I wasn’t. I wanted to wring enough orgasms out of her that when I did finally take her, she was limp and barely able to move beneath me.

This was the shit I delighted in. This was the shit I lived for – and I would take Rarity on the ride of her fuckin’ life for as long as she was willing to stick with me and entertain my pervy fucking bullshit.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Rarity…

He teased my pussy until I came, writhing against him, my ass pressed back against the erection pressing against the front of his jeans. I reached behind me and fondled him through the stiff fabric, the heat coming off of him incredible – but he wasn’t ready to give me what I wanted.

He gave me a rest, and kissed the side of my neck, his fingers playing through the wetness between my thighs, slicking against my folds, sweetly torturing my clit. I shivered, but not with cold, and after a bit and my breathing had come back down and returned to normal? He started the sweet and welcome torture all over again.

As the movie credits rolled, he got me up and asked how my ass felt, when I said fine, he went to the kitchen, washed his hands, and fixed me a glass of something to drink. He brought it to me and said, “Hydrate, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

I smiled and drank the red liquid in the glass of ice and felt my eyebrows go up when I realized it was red Gatorade or some other electrolyte drink.

“Got a favorite?” he asked after I’d downed half the glass.

“The white one, Cherry Frost I think they call it. I just call it the white Gatorade,” I said.

“Noted, I’ll keep some on hand. Right now, I’d like to try the next size up in your ass if you’re game.”

I nodded carefully, apprehensive, but I would try it. The first one wasn’t so bad at all. I mean, I barely felt it now. Just a sort of hardness in my asshole now. I stood and the plug shifted with the movement, and it was a little more noticeable when I walked. I turned my head and assumed the position bent over the table as I had before and he gently tugged on the plug, thrusting it a little. I giggled at the strange sensation, and he plunged a middle finger up inside my pussy and I gasped, thrusting my hips back to meet him.

“Good girl,” he praised. “That’s my good girl.”

I swallowed hard, and felt my knees tremble and breathed in and out slowly as he teased around inside my pussy, jerking when he found that spot inside me that sent waves of shimmering sensation rippling through me.

I moaned and closed my eyes, resting my cheek against the glass, my tits pressed against the glass. I bet it’d look comical from underneath, but oh what he did to me made that an entirely fleeting thought.

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