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It's nice to learn new things about myself.
I’ve gone completely under by the time Bael returns to dig me out. The largest pillow comes away from my face to reveal the handsome features of the man who put me in this predicament in the first place.
“There you are.” Bael sweeps most of the pillows off the bed with an easy sweep of his arm, then he presents a bag that he empties out onto the bed. “Everything here is new and clean. If you see anything you want to use, let me know.”
There are the obvious things like condoms and lube, but there are also butt plugs of various sizes and a bullet vibe. It’s like he’s Sex Santa or something.
I toss a condom to Bael and say, “This one, obviously, and you’ll need lube if you want my ass. The front is self-lubricating.” I give Bael a dirty smile.
He pushes me on my back and slips two fingers inside my front hole. “You are so fucking wet, baby.”
He says some other stuff, but Bael has magic fingers, and they’re all I can pay attention to. He’s holding me down and finger fucking me while all I can do is make little whining noises.
“Beautiful.” He pulls his hand away and licks his fingers.
I watch through heavy lidded eyes as Bael strips. He has a crow tattoo that wraps around one hip, and it’s a perfect compliment to mine. I give silent thanks to his artist for not ruining the gorgeous display of freckles scattered across his torso. If they’d covered them up, I would have needed to murder someone. His body is a work of art, and when someone like me says that, you can treat it as gospel.
I play with my cocklet, giving it slow, lazy tugs, and Bael’s eyes go dark. I see the switch happen inside him again. He goes from playful puppy to something feral, and it sends heavenly shivers through my system. I am so ready to be fucked by this man.
“Put on the condom and get inside me.” I’m aiming for playful, but I think it comes off sounding more like pleading.
Bael puts the condom on like a pro and grabs my legs, jerking them apart and hitching one of them over his arms, but he stops just shy of entering my front hole. He teases me with the tip of his dick and says, “Say please.”
“Please,” I whisper, and Bael slides right in, inch by inch. He could have slammed right in, and I would have thanked him for it, but I’m tiny and he really, really isn’t. Later Me would have had regrets.
He bottoms out even though he still has dick to spare, and I find myself apologizing for being too small. “Sorry! It might be more fun for you in the back.”
“It’s fun for me because it’s you,” Bael says in a gravelly tone, and he starts pounding into me, silencing my brain right along with my ridiculous apology.
Holy Jesus Kittens, I know I just came a few minutes ago, but his big-ass dick is about to get me there again. I know that any attention my cocklet gets right now will do the job, so I grab Bael’s arms to keep myself from touching it.
I want this to last.
And boy does it. Bael seems like a sweet, fluffy guy, but he fucks like a porn star.
A considerate one, too. He watches me intently, noticing every tiny gasp of pleasure, and he fucks me harder to turn them into wails.
“God, you’re so perfect. So small. So mine.”
He grinds past my sweet spot, and I come with a cry. Bael follows close behind me, and he crushes my body against his as he comes. I swear I can feel him growling. It rumbles through my body and I sigh dreamily. Is this what love feels like?
Bael is half collapsed on me and panting, and I give him a lazy kiss. “Good boy.” Bael is a very, very good boy. “You should get a treat for this.”
“If you can come up with a better treat than that, I’ll probably die,” he laughs.
He gets off me and disposes of the condom before getting back in bed and curling around me.
“I want to do that again about eight thousand more times,” he murmurs into my hair.
“I think I can manage that,” I say sleepily. “But tomorrow, okay?” I yawn and my eyelids close on their own. I know, I know, falling asleep right after sex is cliché, but I came twice, okay? And I had a busy day. A boy needs rest after that.
I drift off to sleep to the sensation of gentle kisses pressed into my hair.
Chapter 12
Bael
Iwake up to a warm, snuggly little body octopused around me tightly. It's so wonderful, so perfect, and so right that I octopus Wren back even harder.
