Page 19 of Kiss My Crown
“Jesus, do you practice that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone move that fast.”
“Well, hopefully speed impresses you because I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He pulls me toward him and sits up on the bed. His hands grip the bottom of my shirt as he slides it up my body. I let him take control, which isn’t something I’m usually a fan of. Right now with the way he is looking at me like he might devour me, it’s hot.
Once I’m fully undressed I grab my toy. My hand strokes him a few times, getting him ready. Holding the toy up, I wiggle it at him. “You ready?”
“Hell yes.” He smiles at me, and I get on my knees, stretching the silicone before sliding his dick into it.
“Ah, shit. You could have lubed it first, babe.” He winces.
“Sorry.” I grimace thinking that I hurt him. Once the toy is on, something about it doesn’t look right to me. I grab the box and read the directions, realizing I should have done that first. “Shit, I was supposed to cut the damn thing first.” I look over at him, his entire dick covered in silicone. “I have to take it off then trim it.” I walk back over to Justin, who is sitting impatiently.
Gripping the toy, I pull up to take it off of him, and he screams.
“Fuck!”
I immediately let go. “Sorry! Maybe you should take it off.”
His face is twisted in pain, but he moves his hands down and tries to remove the toy. “It’s fucking stuck. It feels like one of those Chinese finger trap things. What the hell did you do to me? I think my dick is starting to swell it’s so goddamn tight.”
“That’s what he said.” I laugh but immediately stop when he glares at me. “Too soon?”
“Ya think? Get some lube and maybe I can work it in there.”
“Okay.” I walk back to the dresser and grab some lube and lotion, hoping one of them does the trick. “Try the lube first.”
I lift his dick up and squirt it through the top of the toy, then lift the silicone up at his base and drench that area too. “Okay, I’m gonna try to move it and wiggle it off. I brought lotion too. Want some?”
“Yeah, add that in and we should be able to get it off,” he grits out through his teeth, his annoyance prevalent.
I squirt some lotion on my hand, enjoying the minty smell before working that under each end of the silicone.
“Holy fuck!” Justin screams, and I step back.
“What?”
“My dick is on fire, Kate! What the hell did you use?!” His voice is so high-pitched you might think he’s auditioning for my job.
“Nothing! Just lube and lotion!” I walk over and flick the light on.
Justin looks down where the lotion and lube are then up at me, his eyes angry slits. “You used warming lube and Bengay!”
As much as I know I shouldn’t, I start to laugh uncontrollably.
“Not funny!” Just then he jumps up and starts to hop around the room. “It’s getting fucking worse! My dick feels like a goddamn volcano!”
I’m buckled over at this point, my stomach hurting from laughing, and the way he is jumping around isn’t helping. “I’m-I’m so…sorry.”
“Get the regular lube out of my dresser, first drawer.” His voice is almost a hiss.
I grab my shirt and shorts, throwing them on quick while he is still hopping around like a damn frog. I run over and pull the drawer open at the same time Justin bends down in pain. The crack of the drawer hitting his face is almost sickening.
Shit.
He screams, and I slowly turn my head to him.
Blood is covering the carpet at his feet.
“I think you fucking broke my nose!”
