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Daddy laughed. “I can help you decide. It’s been a while since we’ve gotten to use the chair.”

I groaned again, not sure if I should drop down to hump the bed or push back to find his hand. Then my brain came back online. “Dammit, I want that. But I also want to fuck you tonight.”

That got his attention. “Is that so?”

I flipped around so he could see the items in my hand. “And I really want to spread you out on the bed, prep you, stick a plug in your hole, then have you fuck me.”

An expressive eyebrow went up. “That seems like a very detailed plan.”

I dangled the cock strap by my finger. “We’ll probably need this, though; your cock alone is enough to have me struggling not to cum even with a strap around mine. If you spank me first, there’s no way in hell I’ll last.”

Colt looked down at the erection straining against my briefs. “I see what you mean. Your undies are already wet. Maybe you should have kept your normal ones on.”

I shook my head. “Oh no, these definitely served their purpose. But they’re going to be totally ruined if you don’t get over here quickly.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” In three long strides, Colt made it over to the side of the bed and took the cock strap from me. A finger traced the outline of my erection through my briefs, pulling a moan from my lips. “Oh yeah, you like that.”

My head bobbed up and down but words were out of reach. He was going to need to get that cock strap on me quickly if I wasn’t going to cum. “Daddy.” I gasped as another finger ghosted over my dick. “Daddy, you’re playing with fire.”

“Okay, okay.” He gripped the waistband of my underwear and worked it down and off my legs. His voice went serious for a moment. “Oh, yes. Yes, I see what you mean. This doesn’t look good at all.” What the hell was he talking about? “I better get this wrapped up quickly. It’s red and swollen—that can’t be comfortable.”

I collapsed on the bed with a groan that quickly turned into a laugh. “Put the strap around me, then get your ass on the bed… preferably naked.”

His chuckle was rich. “I love it when my boy gets all bossy. You’re so cute.”

“Shut—ahhh.” My words were cut off as he wrapped the leather strap around the base of my dick and balls. He must have been planning on going at me fast and hard because he snapped it tighter than normal, ensuring he had the least likelihood of making me cum while inside me. There were downsides to having a sensitive prostate, mostly when I was actively trying not to cum.

“There, that should keep you safe.” How the man could talk so easily when I was having a hard time forming a single word was beyond my ability to comprehend.

I stayed sprawled out on the bed, my cock twitching against the confines of the leather strap, as I came back from the edge. When my dick finally stopped pulsing and I was pretty sure it would behave enough that I could stretch Colt without accidentally cumming, I opened my eyes to find my husband standing before me fully naked. His thick cock stood out in front of him, and the telltale signs of my pending orgasm began to build again. Thank fuck he’d put the strap on me already, because it wouldn’t have been the first time I’d cum just by seeing him naked.

“Get down here, Daddy.” I remembered the first time I’d been inside Colt. I’d been nervous about doing something he didn’t like. I’d needed him to guide me and direct me and reassure me I wasn’t doing something wrong. Those concerns had long since been erased, and I knew exactly what he liked. It helped to know that it would be hard to go too rough with him, and as long as I stretched him well, he’d like it.

Colt crawled into the bed and our erections brushed against one another, causing us both to moan. He settled himself over me to kiss me, our tongues tangling together, and we explored like it was the first time. The feeling never got old, though the fact that we eventually had to pull back to catch our breaths did. “You are not making this easy on me,” I complained as I pushed him over so he was on his back.

“I don’t want to make this too easy on you.”

“Evil man.”

He reached up and tickled my sides, causing me to nearly fall off the bed. It took a moment to recover, but I eventually batted his hands away and settled myself between his legs with the bottle of lube. “Your ass is mine.”

Colt’s shoulder went up casually. “It has been since we met. Now, are you going to move this along or should I do it myself?”

In response, I flicked the cap of the lube open and squeezed a liberal amount onto my fingers. He liked to feel it the next day but only because I’d fucked him hard, not because I hadn’t prepped him thoroughly. “Don’t you dare,” I teased as I pressed a finger to his hole.

All pretenses of being calm and collected went out the window as soon as my finger entered his ass. Colt’s entire body tensed for a brief moment, then he drew in a sharp breath at the intrusion before the noise finally turned into a hum as he relaxed back onto the bed. Normally I’d pluck at his nipples and drive him wild, but he’d been known to cum from nipple play alone and he wasn’t wearing the cock strap that night. Though it brought some sexy images to mind that we hadn’t explored before.

“You’re thinking about something, and I don’t know if I should be worried or not.”

My eyes met his deep brown ones and I couldn’t help my grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just down here working on stretching you out for me.” I slid a second finger inside in hopes of distracting him. The intrusion had the desired effect, and I watched as he gripped at the bedding while trying to hold still.

I loved my husband and everything about him. I’d been drawn to his take-charge attitude from the first night I met him, and I still found it sexy all these years later. But there was something special about the way I could drive him crazy when he was beneath me. When his tight hold on everything slipped away, I thought he was even sexier. Colt was Daddy to me, Poppy to the kids, Sheriff to Williamson County—he commanded every room he walked into and juggled so many hats that sometimes I worried he’d never put them down. But with just a few fingers in his ass, I could destroy his tight hold on everything and leave him gripping onto the blankets.

The second finger took time for him to adjust to, so I waited patiently for his body to relax around them before moving them in and out and really working him up to accepting a third finger. It took a few minutes, but I got to the point that I was able to rotate my fingers around to graze his prostate. The grunts and groans he’d been making turned quickly to pants and moans of pleasure, each one louder and more desperate the more times I found that sensitive spot.

The third finger was the hardest to work in, and thankfully it was all he’d need to be ready for both the plug and me. Patience was not a strong suit of mine, especially as I watched him losing control beneath me. I wanted to push inside of him and make him cum, but that wasn’t in the cards just yet. Instead, I waited until I had enough movement for my fingers to nail his prostate once before sliding out.

A coating of lube to the egg-shaped butt plug and I was pressing the tip against his hole. For a brief moment, I wondered if he was going to take it, but then he opened up and allowed me to slide it into him. The entire time I worked it inside him, Colt moaned and hissed, but as he closed around the stem, I could see the relief and pleasure take over.

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