Authors: Diane Leyne
“You forgot the butt plug.”
He cuddled her closer, holding her arms in his so she couldn’t remove the plug.
“Nope. I put it there, remember.”
“You expect me to sleep with this up my butt.”
Jack leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You’ll sleep with it and I’ll remove it in the morning and replace it with my cock.”
Nelly felt Jack moving beside her. He rolled her onto her stomach. She opened one eye. It was still dark. She felt him wiggling the butt plug.
“I am now,” she answered dryly.
“Good. Now scoot your knees up under you. I’ll pile up a few pillows to make you more comfortable.”
She did and he did, and she realized how tense she was. He leaned over her, using one hand to rub her clit. Soon she was moaning with need, wanting his cock inside her.
Carefully, he removed the plug. She was surprised at how empty she felt. She felt him squirt some more lube inside her and then rub it round the edges of her asshole. Then he removed his finger, and she could feel his cockhead pressing against her rosette. She could feel herself opening up, but it wasn’t enough.
“You’re not going to fit” she moaned.
“Do you want me to stop?” He hesitated.
“No, damn it. I want you.”
“Say it. Say what you want.”
“I want your cock in my ass. It was what you wanted to hear?” And so help her, it was true. She wanted him, needed him inside her.
He added some lube and pushed again. This time, he popped through her rosette easily. He paused with just the head of his cock inside her.
“Oh my god, you are squeezing my cock so hard. I don’t know how long I can last.”
“Stop talking and fuck me!” she demanded.
Jack looked down at Nelly. He pushed in slowly, using all of his self-control not to bury himself in her. He had to remind himself that her ass was virgin and he had to be careful. But soon he was deep inside her, and he started to move. He knew he wasn’t going to last. He reached around her and gave her clit a squeeze. As he felt her climax ripple through her, he let himself go.
She could feel his cum shoot deep within her ass as the remains of her orgasm fluttered through her. She felt his weight as he collapsed on her, and then he slowly pulled out of her ass. She felt him get up off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a warm washcloth to find she was too limp to move and was still lying with the pillows up under her torso. He cleaned her up then removed the extra pillows and cuddled her close.
“Well, all in all that was quite a Thanksgiving, Nelly. I think there’s only one way we can top that at Christmas.”
“How?” she asked warily.
“By getting married.”
Diane Leyne grew up in Ontario. Two of her great passions are photography and reading. Diane devours all types of books from thrillers to erotica. After years of saying, “I think I could do that,” she did thanks to Siren Book-Strand. And now she's hooked on writing and is working feverishly on her next book.
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