Page 103 of Pucking Wild

“Oh, holy fuck,” I squawk, my cheeks clenching around her fingers.

“There it is,” she sings.

She touched something inside me that felt like a zap of electricity. It zinged through me, straight to the fucking heart. My dick twitches, the tip leaking precum.

“Oh my god,” I say, fighting the urge to whimper.

“That’s your prostate,” she says, curling her fingers up and in to touch the spot again.

I try to stop my knees from shaking.

“Such a good boy,” she soothes. “You’re gonna love this. I’m going to put the toy in now. Are you ready?”

Am I ready? Is there such a thing as being ready for this? “Yes,” I grit out.

She removes her fingers from my ass, and I feel empty. Then she steps away, and I feel like I’m fighting the urge to whimper. I want her against me, all around me, holding me, shoring me up. I watch as she puts lube on the butt plug. Then she’s right back behind me, tapping at my hole with it.

“This is going to feel tight at first,” she explains. “Maybe even too tight. The pain will fade as your muscles adjust. You trust me?”

I nod for what feels like the hundredth time. “Do it.”

She’s gentle as she presses in, her hand smoothing over my lower back. “Deep exhale,” she says.

I curse under my breath as I feel the stretch and the sting.

“Too much?”

“No,” I grunt. “Is it in?”

“Almost,” she replies. The burn fades to an aching fullness as she settles the plug in my hole. “It’s in.”

I take another deep breath. “Now what?”

“Now you put mine in for me,” she replies. “Then we play.”

I’m still bent over, hands on the bench. “I just…what do I do?”

Her hand brushes up my back. “Honey, just stand up. It’s not a bomb. It won’t explode.”

I straighten my back, feeling the way the toy shifts a little in my ass. “Now what?”

She hands me the red plug. “Lube that for me.”

I pick up the bottle of lube and squeeze some in my hand. I probably use too much as I wet the plug all over. When I turn to her with the toy, she’s already taken the other plug out.

She flashes me an excited smile. “You ready, handsome?”

I nod, stepping closer, toy in hand.

“I’ll tell you if I need you to stop,” she explains. “Just go slow and work it in.”

“What’s your safe word?” I ask, stepping around to stand behind her.

She huffs a laugh, bending forward with her hands on the bench. “Honey, I don’t need a safe word for a little butt plug action. This is a bored Saturday night for me.”

I shake my head, totally in awe of this sexual creature before me. She’s so confident, so empowered. It makes me wonder what I’ve been missing all these years. How much fun could I have been having if I treated sex less like a chore or an item on my to-do list?

I step in behind her, smoothing my hand over her ass and up her lower back. “Ready?”

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