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She gasps, and I fuck her harder. Relaxed now, she takes every thrust I give her, and even meets a few. Her moans are loud, and if my parents’ room wasn’t on a different floor, I’d have to cover her mouth.

I know when she comes because her ass squeezes me hard, and I fall after her. Moans, skin slapping, and our heavy breathing fills the room until we’re both drained, figuratively and literally.

I drop on top of her, still cradling her head so I don’t actually crush her, and place a kiss to her swollen lips.

“That was amazing,” she says.

I grin, feeling proud and satisfied.

“Trust me, babygirl, Daddy will always make it feel amazing.”

36

Payson

“I am not wearing that to dinner, Ashley.” I place my hand on my hips, they’re still damp as my hair continues to drip water from our shower. What the hell is he thinking telling me I will wear a butt plug to a fancy dinner with his parents?

“You misunderstood.” Did I? His normal cocky glint in his eye sparkles. “I wasn’t asking. Now we can do this the easy way and you can bend over, stick that ass nice and high, and let me place it inside of you. Or—” He licks his lips and its obvious which option he is wanting. “I can pin you down and force you to take it.”

I don’t move, keeping my stubborn stance even though my legs are wobbling. I hope he can’t see that.

His eyes blaze, and he bites the corner of his mouth. “Very well.”

He steps forward and I step back. In one movement, he has me around the waist and bends me over his knee. No matter how much I struggle, he doesn’t let up. I’m upside down and can’t see what he’s doing, but cool air breezes across my ass, then he spanks me, and I nearly cry at how much I’ve missed this side of him.

See, there’s no reason we can’t have both versions. Anal was fucking amazing, no hallucinating, no crying. It was good. Amazing—mind-blowing is more like it.

“Stop it, please!” I beg, but when he pushes, I arch. The want inside quickly turns to need.

His chuckle is low and mocking. “Such a good little slut who likes things up her ass.”

He lets me up, and I shuffle a few times, getting used to the feeling. It’s good, not great, more like pressure than pleasure, but I like it. I like that he is the only one that will know I have a plug up my ass. Like a dirty secret between us.

“Turn around and let me see.”

I listen, only because I want to see the way his eyes roll when I bend over.

“Fucking beautiful.” He growls when I do.

I shake my ass in his face, loving how he is watching me. He drags his tongue over his bottom lips, slowly, seductively, then his eyes flick to mine.

“Keep it up and I’ll be having your ass as my dinner.”

As much as I think I would now enjoy that, if we don’t show up, I know people would come looking for us, and I do not want to get caught with Ash’s face in my ass by his mom or dad. Well, by anyone—but especially them.

“I need to see if Henry has a tie I can borrow. Will you be okay?”

Always a worrier. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

The door clicks behind him, and I fall back onto the bed. The plug in my ass makes me shift, but eventually, I’m able to just lie here and think without worrying about my asshole’s integrity.

So many things come to mind. And I get lost in them until a heavy weight comes down on top of me. His familiar scent stirring a deep feeling in my lower belly. I shouldn’t be horny, but Ash has always had that effect on me. I wonder if he always will or if eventually, we won’t feel the need to rip our clothes off as soon as we are alone. I hope the feeling never goes away.

“Did you get your tie?”

“I did.”

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