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Content to let her use me for a minute, I pull out the items I stowed in my pocket before we left the house. Focusing isn’t easy, especially when her thighs are strangling me and I’m close to coming in my pants, but I manage to squirt lube on the silicone plug and turn on the vibration.

Evangeline’s head lifts at the sound, her thighs releasing my neck. I take advantage of the freedom, straightening to show her the toy. Her already blown pupils flare wider, belying her next, irate words.

“You’re not fucking my ass in the forest!”

My smile makes her shiver. “We both know you’d let me and love it, but I’m not going to—today. Youaregoing to take this plug and wear it as you walk to the studio and find a soft surface.”

“But I’m so close,” she whines.

“Oh, I know.” I drag the slick, vibrating toy over herclit, enjoying the way her hips jerk. “Do you feel empty, baby?”

She nods and cups her breasts, teasing her nipple piercings. “Please make me come first?”

My smile sharpens. “Nice try. You’ll come when I let you. If you’re a good little slut for me, I’ll put another toy in your cunt while I’m in your ass.”

Her eyes glaze, her body shuddering. “Yes, Wilder.”

Her submission is an axe to my patience. I drop the toy to her ass and apply pressure. “Let me in. Good girl. Fuck, so pretty. Does it hurt?”

“No. Feels good.”

Releasing the base of the toy, I trail two fingers through her folds and tease the hot, silky entrance of her body. She whimpers and undulates in search of penetration.

“Ah-ah.” I slap her clit, making her arch with a cry. Her eyes close, breath stalling. “Don’t you dare come.”

She fights her body’s demand for several taut seconds, then relaxes, her chest heaving with the effort.

“Good job, baby. Ready to go?”

She nods, her soft, guileless smile almost undoing me. Before I lose the ability to resist her, I push to my feet and offer a hand. She stands up and gasps, swaying into me.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” she says with a soft giggle. “Just feels weird. Kinda heavy.”

I smack her ass. She yelps, then groans. Tilting her chin, I give her a soft kiss and a parting nibble.

“I’m going to grab something from the house, then I’m coming for you.”

“Ladies first.” As soon as the words are out, she cringes.

My delighted laugh startles a pair of squirrels, sending them scampering up a nearby tree.

She glowers at me. “I’m deeply disappointed in myself.”

I reach out and gently tweak her nipple. “Get moving, Pun Queen.”

She unfurls a middle finger, then turns on a heel and takes a step, only to jerk to a stop. A soft, strained sound rides her heavy exhale.

“You can do it,” I say through my grin.

Both middle fingers float up as she begins walking carefully andvery awkwardlytoward the path leading to the studio. Once I’m confident she has the hang of it, I sprint to the house, barely making it inside before I fold over laughing.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

evangeline

Hobbling furtively through the woods wearing only sneakers and a sports bra hiked to my armpits is… weird. Almost as weird as the heavy, vibrating plug in my ass.

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