Page 49 of Lasso Lovebirds

“Fuck,” I laughed, scooping up my clothes as the door swung open and Pris ran down the hallway.

I followed after her, the two of us tumbling into her bedroom and slamming the door shut in a cloud of giggles. She flipped the lock and then turned to face me with a grin, letting her towel drop.

“God,” I groaned. “You’re gorgeous, Pris.”

She smiled softly and then pointed to the bed. “Go wait there for me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, dropping my towel and clothes.

I went to her bed and crawled onto the mattress, turning to watch as she went to her closet and opened the door. I was curious as to what she was pulling out, and my mouth dropped as she drew out what I knew to be a sex saddle.

“Oh my god,” I said. “Those things are pricey.”

“They are. Damn worth the money, though. Everything is clean and maintained, and the toy I’ll attach is new and unused. But if you have a toy of your own you’d rather try, we can attach it . . .”

My cheeks warmed as I watched her spread a waterproof blanket out on the floor before placing the mound on top.

“Did Beau tell you I squirt?” I mumbled.

Pris brows shot up and she smirked. “He did not. Oh, I can’t wait to watch your face while that happens. That’s hot, Sky.”

Oh god.Now my cheeks were flaming as she set everything up.

“Did you want to grab your own?”

I shook my head. “I didn’t bring any with me . . .”

“Oh boy. No toys?!”

“I mean, there are other ways . . .”

Pris sat the dildo on top. It was about five inches long and in shades of pink, orange, and white.

Pris planted her hands on her hips and then turned to face me. “You know, I didn’t even ask if you wanted to try this. Do you want to?”

“I definitely do,” I said enthusiastically. “I want to do everything with you.”

She smiled. “Well. Our work day is done. And we just need to be finished by the time dinner is ready, otherwise our boyfriend’s twin will bust down the door and we’ll get in trouble.”

My laugh rang through the room as she came to the bed. My laugh whooshed into a gasp as she parted my legs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispered.

“Pris, I’m more sure of this than anything else in my entire life. Are you sure?”

“I am.” She dragged me to the edge of the bed. “Red means stop.”

I nodded eagerly. “Yellow means slow. Green means good.”

“Good,” she praised. “I like that you already know.”

“I do,” I whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Pris.”

“So eager to please,” she hummed. “What I want you to do right now is crawl to the saddle, lube it up, and show me how pretty your face looks while you come for me.”

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